It just wouldn't be Easter if I didn't get all angsty. This annual reminder of grief. Easter has arrived early this year. Or maybe it was just really late the year she died.
I think I've had my "Official Breakdown"tm for the season. Crying into the shoulder of the Greatest while he helplessly stroked my hair and assured me that he misses her too. Whispered assurances that my grief is not mine alone, but his as well. The burden of sorrow is not mine to carry alone, but the crushing load is shared. And in the sharing the load is lightened.
He went to several stores searching for Sweet Tart bunnies and chicks. Cause he knows I love them. And I know he loves me.
Some days you cling to the things you know.
I know she was beautiful.
I know she loved me.
And I love her.
I know I will continue to miss her everyday for the rest of my life.