This will be one last tear filled post and after this I will strive to have lots of positive, joyful and hopefully soon, quilt related posts.
Today is, first of all Michael Paul (Mikey's), first birthday. I have a couple of pics in my camera upstairs, so will post them in a day or two -- he is after all the really bright spot along with the other 3 grandkids of the whole past year -- and yes, tomorrow is the 1st anniversary of Bill's death. And on Tuesday, it would have been Steve and Kim's 14th anniversary. Which brings me to the reason for this post. Today I had to do one of the hardest things I've ever done.
Two days before Steve died, he asked me to buy chocolates for Kim for their anniversary. At the time I was thinking I would buy them and bring them to him to give to her. I suspect he knew he wouldn't be here for the actual day. So, today I brought her the gift of Godiva chocolates Steve wanted her to have on their anniversary. She was working in the yard when I stopped by -- doing what I do -- trying to keep busy. We both cried and I cried all the way home. And I remembered that Steve was taught by the master -- his father -- in how to treat his wife. Wow, do I miss both of them.