So far, it's been very nice. My mom, stepdad, and I went up to a state park that John and I loved; we walked around and spent some time just looking out at the ocean. John came with us, in ashes form. Then we went to a gallery in a nearby that John and I had been in many times. Every time we'd gone, we'd debated buying something but could never quite make up our minds what to get. This time, I made my decision and bought a sequence of prints depicting the same tree during each of the four seasons. It seemed to be a fitting representation of the passing of one year since John's death. The artist signed and dated the back, itself a small tribute to this day.
Then we went out for lobster. John came along for that, too.
Now we're home, mom's cooking dinner, my stepdad is doing some chores around the house. We're about to go get the twins. The evening holds a Sox/Yankees game on TV. John wasn't a baseball fan, but he would have indulged me.
Thank you, internets, for all you've done for me in this past year and all that you did for me during John's illness. You can't begin to understand how much blogging has brought to my life. I certainly never would have imagined it. John must be happy indeed to know how loved Maddie, Riley, and I are. Thank you.