We are making a valiant effort to be normal right now. Shopping, IKEA, Skt. Lucia practice, the Danish Christmas party, work, school, and even a cookie baking get-together. Distraction is good, you know.
But it’s not working very well. To be normal would be to have the capacity to ignore the gaping chasm in our lives that the absence of a 65 pound basset has left. Home is not a place that is easy to be at the moment; not comfortable or joyful. The tears are slowing, and I know we are moving forward, just as slowly.
The forward comes in moments; we love sharing our memories with each other, the “do you remembers” and the photos and the videos. Hugging, talking, remembering. And fortunate in sheer volume of documentation; we haven’t gotten to the bottom of it yet. Which, at this moment, is good.
Even if it isn’t normal.