Not a Good Weekend

 

There are days I miss Harvey more than others. Days filled with more darkness than the one before. Days that seem to be overflowing with memories and promises of what could have been. Days where everything I look at, stirs a memory of our time together. Days where he hides in every shadow and around every corner. Today was one of those days. Regardless of where I looked, momories of him were there.

Some days spent with Harvey seemed like he was guiding me through the world. Like he was intent on making me see things from his perspective he took my hand and led me from one thing to the next.  Days where he held the leash and chose our path. I still have those days where I wander aimlessly – but somehow led by his memory.

This weekend was one of those.I rode my bike, walked around, did some yard work, and got a visit from Alice - the sweetest girl from down the street. She always said hi and talked to Harvey, but was too scared to get too close to him. This is the second card she made Harvey and I. She is so sweet and caring. She is a good human. 

I was not hungry the other night and I skipped dinner. But later on, I felt a little hungry so I toasted a bagel. Once it was done, I put it on a plate and went to the fridge for spread. When I turned back to the bagel still but there was a huge clump of Harvey hair sitting in the middle of the bagel. Where it came from I have no idea. How it got there I don't know. I stood in the kitchen and cried happy tears laughing at how he sent me a sign and wanting me to eat more of his fur. 

I hope I continue to find him around every corner.