h. Me? I live here and don’t want the BS of fighting a ticket.
So this is as far as we got: we managed to get some sea air and see folks all around and watch me melt in the humidity. The view, however, usually is good for the soul.
So I guess I’ll keep letting my girl step up as her mom’s personal trainer. She seems to know what she’s doing.
It’s two weeks today my Zosia left us.
My heart is still heavy, but I am touched by folks who, one way or another, were touched by Zush. Calls, emails and cards keep coming in.
Kasia and I are like two souls on a stormy sea. We try to comfort each other, but we know we are missing her sister.
I took this picture of me and my shadow while we walked down to the bay this morning.
The two of us are closer than we ever were, and the one-on-one time is quite pleasant. I notice she is staying a little closer to me, which is a result of Zusher being gone.
I guess there is a reason behind everything.