Snippets of Grief

 I just caught Summer eating K's shoe again. Thankfully, it's the one she already destroyed so I don't have to buy K a third replacement pair. Still, I hope you know this is entirely your fault, horse butt.

 Summer is snoring. For a minute, I thought it was you.

 Red Rooster for dinner and I forgot all about my chips. Who's gonna eat them for me now that they're cold and you're not here? Not happy, Jan.

 So many random pieces of memories are going through my mind tonight. You're supposed to be here, knuckle-brain.

 I had therapy today, and we talked a little about you. Dr M showed me a "stages of grief" video with a giraffe that you would have laughed at too. It made me think about the time we watched Bob Newhart's Stop It on youtube. So yeah. Don't be dead anymore, okay? Just Stop. It.