Brent's been gone now for a little over a year, and things have sucked. I haven't written much all year--just a handful of things that really didn't amount to much. I haven't wanted to do anything. It's hard--why should I do something, when he can't? Why should I enjoy things, when he can't? Those are questions that I ask myself nearly every day. Life has lost its luster, that's for sure.
Since November of last year, I've completed 100 blankets. I've done them all in my free time, and have been trying to get more projects completed. I haven't taken them to the hospital yet--I can't seem to make it up to the fourth floor to see Natasha. I will, though, and when I do, hopefully they make some families happy.
In a month, we will be celebrating Brent's second birthday in Heaven, and I'm hoping that, by then, I'll be able to make the trip to the hospital. Until then, I hope everyone is doing well. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers.
I love you, Brent. There's not a day, nor an hour that goes by that I don't think of you.