One Year

The passing of a friend closes one path and opens another. Whether one chooses to take that new path or wonder aimlessly at the trailhead is not always an easy choice. Some of us, to quote Elton John, “fall by the wayside and some of us soar to the stars.”

I find that I have started on the new path that was opened when Reggie died but am not walking very fast. Luckily, while I have not soared to the stars, I have not entirely fallen by the wayside either. It is a difficult path but one that must be followed not only for my sanity but also for my health.

I know it’s stupid to have so much emotion wrapped up in a pet but after living with that pet for 14 years, one becomes attached. When they pass on, a hole is left that is hard to fill especially if one lives alone. I have tried to occupy my time so that the rough edges of that hole are smoothed; I have attempted to “move on.” However, sometimes I feel guilty that I have “moved on” and do not think of him every day; a rather vicious cycle.

Today marks one year since that fateful snowy day. What a difference a year makes but I do miss him and the moment of his death is still fresh in my mind.

Rest in peace my friend.