January 24, 2007

Looking for Aimee


I expect to see Aimee in all her favorite places.

When I slide open the closet door to retrieve my shoes, for an instant I think she will be there. When I spy a lump under a jumble of bed covers, for an instant I think she will be there. Then when I accept that she's truly gone, I find her - cat hair all over my black sweater.

It's been one week today.

I have not been able to sustain the anger stage of grief. It comes and goes.

Sad has found a home.

2 comments:

You Remodel said...

I still expect to see my dog sometimes, like when I drop a piece of food on the floor or before I turn in at night.

Pamela Picard said...

Thank you.