Well, Friday will mark a year that Steve has been gone. It has been a very tough year. It is very strange when you get too this point, I’ve been here before with my mom and sister. It seems like yesterday that we were walking, hand in hand down the Malecon, yet, it seems like an eternity since I’ve seen him. I still wait for him to come back and hope that this has all been a big fat joke but I know he won’t and I know it isn’t.
Everyday I’m asked how I am doing. It was the right decision to come back and stay in La Paz. Our friends here have been phenomenal, always checking up and including me in their plans. It is difficult, looking around a dinner table and seeing three couples and me. But, even that is getting easier. I talk to Steve every day, many days I still cry and there are those days I don’t. My card making has kept me very busy, and Molly (the dog) has been a true blessing.
So, when you sit down to dinner on Friday night and you have your glass of wine or margarita in hand, please raise it for Steve, I know I will.Thank you everyone for helping in this transition.
