I have made it back to Guelph. Tired, heartbroken and sad, I am once again surrounded by family. It was comforting to be hugged so fiercely by my son, cuddled by my sister, hugged by my niece; My suitcase whisked to my room, food consumed, then it was pajama time. A few tears. Lots of stories. A glass of wine.
There is a quote that says that no one is dead so long as someone is saying their name. Tonight Warren was present in every story – he won’t ever be gone.
I’m keeping this post short because I’m exhausted, but tomorrow when I’ve collected myself I will have a better post.
I miss you, my Bear.
Categories: daily life