Today it has been ten years....Ten years since my phone rang and burned into my brain what I was wearing, what I was doing and where I was standing, but not what I was hearing.
Ten years since I drove down the one road in, one road out lanes that were being rebuilt on a Sunday even and I had to ask to go through because I was going to the Emergency Room to see you for the last time. Even when I got there and they brought me to see you - I double checked it was really you - those tattoos dont lie - I wish they did...
Ten years...... It seems like such a long time, and it feels like yesterday.
In that time I have had multiple surgeries, including hip replacement on one side, Sinus surgery, and Carpal tunnel. I have NOT set goals. I have let go of things....I have moved out, left Big Lake, Houston High, and I am starting right fucking over, but nothing makes you being gone any better. It never goes away. Searching for you in all the places, calling your phone sometimes hoping the voicemail will still work somehow (it doesnt), and being startled by the orange and the yellow green vest guys on the side of the road with the hardhats on who look like you. I have a goal to set goals..... I have a goal to find joy again in the everyday things - an ordinary life even - maybe even a meaningful one. Whatever that means. I have quilted....many quilts for many reasons and it has saved my life....
....along with...
Reed has grown up, got married, bought a house and is having a baby! Doing all the things and I know you are so proud. I am too. I am amazed by him daily and his Keep Fucking Going Attitude - even when things are feeling like they are falling apart again - and really they are - Reed remains amazing! I am inspired by his resilience, his love for his people and his love for you with us - like you never left.
Ten years.....A Decade...... So long ago and yesterday.
So today I tried to do some things that felt like I was stepping forward, even in small ways, and not standing still or wallowing in the grief of your Angelversary.
I picked some of the cherries - the ones that the bees like to eat the centers out of when they ripen, get rained on and split. It felt good to be outside and breathing today, even with overcast skies and bees and bugs. You would have laughed that I got stung by a wasp who was mad that I was picking his cherries - that was not great but, we'll have Cherries for weeks to process!