A year

It seems hard to believe it has been one year since our hearts were ripped apart. The sun still rises every day, and sets every evening. The seasons came and went. The earth is almost at the end of another rotation around the planet of flames we call the sun.

One year since we got the call. One year since Aunt Nancy went home. I miss her. Look at us. Look at you. Whatever gut tearing thing you went through last year, you made it. You’re alive and smiling. You’re ready for snow and peppermint. And even though there might be tears mixing in with your hot cocoa, you’ve healed.