It's been a year . . .

I've heard it said that the first year is always the hardest.
Does that mean I'll wake up tomorrow and it will be easier that she is gone?
No.

It is so weird that sometimes it seems like I was just at the hospital last night, seeing her for the last time. Yet other times it feels like forever since we spoke.

I miss our walks. I miss our talks. I miss my friend. So much.

So thankful for my parents, that they came over for Lina's birthday and stayed overnight. It was really helpful to have them here this morning. And mom bought me a box of See's Candies. She knows me too well.

So thankful for Brad, that he came home early from work to take care of dinner and be here.

So thankful for Susannah, Heather, and Kay who checked in with me today, knowing it would be hard day.

So thankful for James, that he called tonight to talk and cry and remember with me.

So thankful for Paige, her friendship, her influence, her positive attitude, her commitment, her love of life, her beauty, her strength, her determination, her laughter, her courage.