Eight years ago today is a day that haunts me. I’m already crying.
It was the last time I ever held my beautiful Esmeralda (it’s hard even typing or seeing her name).
This day is always hard for me. It never gets easier. I see it approach on the calendar and I know, I remember.
I ache for her.
Because my brain is filled with her and little else, I will do something I almost never do. I will refer to the piece I wrote about her last year.
If you are interested, you can find it here.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go administer more hugs and kisses than usual to Cloud.