One year ago today, we were anxiously anticipating the arrival of our baby boy.
One year ago today, we were adding finishing touches to our future baby's nursery.
One year ago today, I was starting to get REALLY uncomfortable in my own skin.
One year ago today, we were having a typical week night wearing our pajamas at an extremely early time and eating dinner.
One year ago today, we were busily moving about the house in our separate worlds.
Then, in a flash, our whole lives changed. Everything came crashing down at once.
One year ago today, our best friend was taken from us.
Our typical week night quickly turned into rushing to the car, driving to the animal hospital, and wiping away floods of tears as we prematurely said goodbye to our pride and joy, our first "son", our happy, our first pet, Chewy.
We will always remember this day and struggle with the events that took place on it in 2012. I often wonder if the pain will wane eventually. How long does it take to stop feeling the grief so deeply? When will the random tears cease to fill our eyes when we least expect it? When will the house feel full again? And, the ultimate question, when will we be ready for another dog?
Grief is tricky and I have found that it is easier to let it take its course as it appears rather than trying to fight it.
