Back Again

My hubby and I took a long-planned vacation last week. We also celebrated our wedding anniversary on Thursday, a month since Willie passed. Officially, I guess, Sunday would have been a month, since it was the 22nd.

I don't cry as often as I used to. I still hurt inside and think about him every day. I keep two towels that he laid on next to my pillow and grab one of them before I go to sleep. The towel is my security blanket, of sorts. It reminds me of him, even as his urn is sitting on my dresser near me, because I smell his cat scent on it.

One of these days I'll be able to let him go fully and I'll wash those towels. For now, though, the towels are near my pillow for me to hug as I would hug him if he was still alive.