Hey, Beautiful!It's New Year's Eve. Ron and Jean will be here soon to see the New Year in as we traditionally do. This time we're celebrating at our place.
M and I have had a moment this evening to sip his favourite liqueur, Amarula Cream and look back on the past year. You were with us at the beginning of the year but now you are gone.
The corner chair looks more at home in the corner window of the bedroom where we had your cat tree. We've got used to the spaciousness of the bedroom now that your scratching post and cushion are no longer there either. We also no longer think to pick up your bowls and wash them when we do the dishes.
We don't look for you as much anymore. We still miss you but not as acutely. Our lives are moving on. Not because we didn't love sharing our lives with you but because that is how life is: it moves on. And we should move on too.
I remember a saying my brother wrote in my mother's fortieth birthday card: 'You come alive each time you dare to die. Let go, move on, say good-bye.'
Bye, Beautiful.
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