Tomorrow is the second month anniversary of Ricardo’s death. Should I count it? It is impossible not to, being him who he was and the importance of him in my life. I miss him and think of him every single day (maybe an hour?) of my life, but I am enjoying all the ‘parting gifts’ I’ve been finding around the house.
Ian told me the other day that he couldn’t remember Daddy – is that a way to say that he was afraid he was going to forget Daddy? Maybe. But also a way to say how blurry his image is turning – probably that’s why I like so much the image of him on the header of this blog! The feeling remains the same, though.
A little gift for Ian arrived this week: a small keepsake urn, to save a bit of Ricardo’s ashes. Now, when he asks when Daddy will arrive, I answer that he is already here!
