On Saturday, we drove to the vet to pick up Ginny's ashes.
There is a finality to holding that box in my hands.
We spent part of the day going through some of our "dog things" - milkbones and treats because I planned on giving those to two of my best friends who have dogs so that they don't go to waste - and packing up some of Ginny's things really felt like we were closing a chapter of our lives. We decided to look through photos to recall happier times and I found a few more of my favorite pics of her. What brings me comfort is looking back on these moments as proof of what I've always known - that we were so lucky to have found each other.
The impact of her absence is immeasurable and it's difficult to believe that it's now been an entire week without her. We thought we would have more time. We always think there will be more time. Until one day, suddenly, there isn't.
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