Medhia, you died 24 hours ago; yesterday at 11:24 a.m. and things are starting to get better. I miss you more than ever.

I got up and built your nest. I cried.
It was so strange not having you visit me as I use the bathroom for my first-morning trip. I cried.
I really miss you, more than I did yesterday.
The good news is, I’m crying much less. And soon I won’t cry for you at all. I will just have a tiny hole left in my soul that you are not filling anymore.
One of the things I meant to mention yesterday is all your squirrel friends came by for a visit. Once I got home, they didn’t stop coming. Even Wholly and Dancer came by. As you know, they haven’t come over in weeks. I swear Dancer held my hand for a moment.
Tigger misses you. You and she were never close, but your loss is powerful.
This morning has been hard. I’ve been crying since I woke up.
To answer @sillysillysandee ‘s question; yes, writing has been a tremendous help. Hopefully today I won’t write so much. I’m so thankful that OD2 arrived in time to capture this portion of my life. Shortly before OD disappeared, I was writing about my Dad’s last six months of life.
There are no coincidences.
The future unlocks the past.
The grief is now a sadness.
Let the deep cleaning begin.
To all the amazing note leavers, I will reply within a day or two. I’m trying to move on with life. I have a lot to do today.
Medhia, I miss you, I Love you, I’m sorry we had to part.
MJG

“for I have sworn upon the altar of god eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.” ~ Thomas Jefferson