Never underestimate the power of kind words.
We've lived without Steve for almost two and a half years. And yet there are little moments when I somehow forget.
Like today, when I was grocery shopping, and I spied Spicy Hot V8, which Steve loved to drink. For a tiny second, I thought, "I should buy some of that. I haven't in a while." And then, of course, I remembered that no one in the house drinks Spicy Hot V8 anymore.
So I took a photo ...
and headed straight for the floral department, where I bought myself some roses.
Today that seemed the logical thing to do.
One of Katie's sweet first-grade friends played at our house Saturday. I was downstairs, they were upstairs, but their conversation was clear.
Katie showed her friend something.
"That was my Dad's," she said.
Her friend, in reply, "You don't have a dad."
Katie, without drama, just the facts, "Yes I do! Everyone has a dad. Mine died. But I have a dad."
|Katie and Steve, October 2008, eight months after diagnosis|