This won’t be a long post. The minutes are ticking down to 10pm mountain time. The last minutes of the first year since Chelsea’s death. It hasn’t been an easy day. I woke up crying, just as I went to sleep crying. It’s been a tearful week. Thank you to everyone who called or messaged me. If I owe you a call, I’ll try to get to it tomorrow but I just couldn’t handle more phone time today.
My sweet husband decided I needed to get out of the apartment and out of bed. So we walked to a little Mexican restaurant we’ve been wanting to try. So far, it had the best Mexican food we’ve had in Denver. La Pasadita is a tiny place with 3 people working in it and the food tasted great. The margaritas had quite a kick too.
After lunch, we walked a couple miles back the other way and went to Union Station to get some Little Man ice cream. They didn’t have my favorite flavor but it was still great. All in all, we walked 4.5 miles.
I wore these pink Polo shoes of Chelsea’s and I learned after those 4 miles that they are not great for my feet. I’m passing them on to my niece, who may fit them better (they are quite narrow) or may be young enough not to care about sore feet. These have made two appearances in A Mile in Her Shoes and I think that will be it for them. No worries, I still have many pairs to choose from.
After lunch, I crawled back in bed, where I’ve stayed. Now I’m watching the clock move to 10. 365 days is too long but we’ve all done a lot in a year. She would want us to make happy times, even if we are sad.
I miss and love you, Chelsea. You’ll live on in your children and in any other way we can all possibly keep you alive. As long as I breathe, people will know your name and your story.
It’s 11pm CST as I post this. A new year begins now.