life without sadie, day 1
you are not in the kitchen, in your little spot. you are not in the house. the birds are singing; don’t they know? you are in the garage, cold and alone. they are coming to pick your body up soon, and i’m not ready to let you go, even though nature is starting to take its course. you are less yourself than you were last night; even molly knows that.
i hit the store, super puffy eyes and all. i buy flowers. i buy candles. i buy a huge box of junior mints. i eat a whole bag of cheese curls. nothing helps much: you are still gone. i still miss you.
alcohol helps a little. when we come back from dinner, though, we are faced with the fact that you are still gone. i notice the first upside, which is that we don’t have to watch where we step. it’s also awfully quiet without your night-time pacing. who would’ve thought i’d miss that?