I only cried once today. My sister asked what happened and I told them. It took a long time to tell the story of Tasha and I suspect this too will take time.
It gets easier each day. Fewer sad mom nets and more fond memories. I started going through old photos in prep for writing his eulogy and it was so fun to see him in his prime. It made these last few months more stark in his decline. I am comfortable that it was his time and I’m glad I had the extra time this past year. I wish I could have done more for his breathing. We called him Darth Kota.
My Little Man.
My little Buddy.
Rest easy bud.
