I cannot believe that it has been one year now since Klaus passed away.
The 1 on the cupcake is for two things – acknowledging that it has been one year since Klaus has been gone, and also that it has been one year into my new life. So technically I turned 1 today.
My life as I knew it ended when I lost Klaus, and it’s been a rocky first year of life without him. I suppose that for any creature the first year of life is difficult – you have to learn how to do so many things, you make lots of mistakes, and you are very dependent on everyone for everything – you learn how to eat, how to breathe, and how to live. I have new eyes now – the old ones weren’t good anymore – they still have that “new eye smell” and are still a bit hazy, with lots of floaters.
I can’t say that I’ve done well, only that I’ve done things truly “My Way”, which is the best and only way I know how.
My ever-constant companion Bogart has truly kept me alive. His devotion, his protection, and his ability to make me laugh out loud every single day help me believe that still being alive is maybe not such a bad thing. Every person who has touched me this past year has made an impression, but no one could ever be close to what Bogart has done.
And of course my kitties – the little furry devils of my heart – sleep with me every night, helping me to chase away the perpetual nightmares (that’s Aeon, trying to score some frosting)…
Again… Thank You All for your love and support.
And to my dearest husband-o Klaus, I love you, I miss you, and I will see you in my dreams.
Love,
Lulu
