It’s been eleven months since Eddie’s passing, which means I’ve already made it through all but one of the tough firsts. First Christmas. First therapy party. First birthday. Without him. Next month will be the first anniversary (do people call it deathiversary?). Thinking about it actually makes my heart feel full. I am so lucky love gets poured on me like thick, sweet golden syrup. But not sticky or messy. I know who’s in charge.
grateful for waking up, ilani, Australian editor, boba, extra bubble, all songs dedicated to me, Guinness, no longer hating having plans, workouts, idiots with moles, always smiling, good chemistry.
1:17 am.