Yesterday, Gavin and Brantley turned four months old and tomorrow will mark four months since Amy passed away. For those of you who are new to reading this blog, this post explains more.
I still think of Amy everyday. Most of those days I have at least one misty-eyed moment. This past week I’ve spent a lot of time on her Facebook page reading all of her “notes” and looking through her pictures. The other day I was reading one where she’d answered the question “Who do you miss?” Her answer was “living-Heather and Leslee, not living-Paw Paw.” Who would have thought that we’d never have the chance to live in the same city again. And who would have thought she’d be with “Paw Paw” so soon.
I am becoming friends with the woman (K) who is taking care of the babies and I keep up with her too, through Facebook. She traded in her car a week or so ago and bought a Honda Odyssey so that she could trek the boys and her own son around. I laughed because Amy HATED mini vans with a passion. She swore she’d never buy one and I’m pretty sure she made fun of me when we bought ours. K posts pictures of Gavin and Brantley pretty regularly and she updates her status with comments about diapers and laundry. I love having the insight into what is going on with Amy’s family and I know K is a loving soul who is giving her all to the boys, but I still can’t believe it’s not Amy. I forget sometimes, but only for a second and then it rushes over me again. The boys are absolutely beautiful and I wish I could hear Amy describe them and tell me all about their schedules, quirks, likes, and dislikes.
I don’t really have that much to say. I just wanted to make note of the significance of today and honor Amy. I’ve been thinking about her a lot the last week. One day I was sitting on the couch on my laptop when Callee came over and handed me the thank you card Amy had sent following the baby shower. The card had been on top of the dresser that Callee is not tall enough to reach and between two books. She’d done some climbing and searching to get to it. I like to think it was Amy who put her up to it. When I went to take it back the books were neat and organized. She hadn’t disrupted anything in retrieving the card.
In the card Amy writes that she is grateful that her and I are closer than we have been in a long time. And it was true.
I miss her. I love her. And I am so proud that she was my friend….