I held my face in cupped hands of cold water this morning.
I pushed the left side of the split mirror over to reach for my eye de-puff cream, and rubbed it around my eyes with out a reflection.
I closed the mirrors and caught a glimpse of myself looking back. I took a deep breath and turned my back fast enough to ignore the sadness filling my eyes.
I scuffed downstairs in my furry slippers and went straight to the back porch. I rested my forearms on the wooden rails and watched the geese grazing by the creek. I closed my eyes and felt the chilled morning air on my eyelids, and let go of the sigh that marked this morning as... different.
I reread Alyssa's message from last night for an instant comfort.
She encouraged me to embrace the pain of my loss, and to realize that remembering the memories is the closest thing we have to those we've lost.
Today, the sun is shining, and she said it's a good day for grieving and for celebrating. I'll have to agree.
How lucky I am to have a best friend that is my constant.
A decade together and a lifetime to go.
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