I’ve reached the point where the memories are warm and fuzzy and don’t hurt as much as they did a couple years ago. I think some of that healing has to do with Tyler, my little man. I think Bailey must have arranged for Tyler to find me.
I remember my sweet girl Bailey with a smile and maybe a little bit of a misty eye. But the pain of her loss has gone numb. I don’t think that’s a bad thing, or indicates that I love her any less. I think it’s an acceptance of reality. We all have to move on, right? Even so, I know that on this one day, January 15th, she will come to my mind and I’ll remember her. Sweet girl. Rest in peace.