Saturday, October 12, 2013
So much has happened in the last 12 months. One thing that really stood out is that I found out who my friends were. And who was really My Guy's friends.
Today was ok, overall. I spent the day home yesterday, and it was much harder than today. Early this evening, My Gal & I decided to clean up the back yard a little bit and burn some tree tops & brush, with a little help with gas. When she lit the first gas bomb (it was small, really), there was a WOOFF! as it caught fire, leaves crackling as they burned on the tips of twigs. It brought such a wonderful memory of My Guy doing the same. I always enjoyed the bonfires he made, and My Gal, not to be undone, did as good of a job as he did, every time. I smiled, not once with a tear in my eyes.
I decided during those re-ignitions that this was the one thing that would mean the most to me to celebrate his life. You might think it morbid when you remember that he was cremated, but one is not like the other.
We didn't get too far in burning the large pile of brush, but we made a dent. I may start it back up on Monday, since I'm off but My Gal is working.
Yeah... the best way to celebrate his life is to have a big a$$ bonfire on the anniversaries. I hope he was smiling as the brush burned.
I love you, SweetHeart. I always will.