I just picked up Niksa's ashes, he's in a beautiful urn. I have some set aside, that I plan on spreading in my garden. I am having a whole mix of emotions, this week has been hard as it is already.
I don't get it. Last week I was doing much better, then Monday hit me like a ton of bricks, and it's like the first week all over again. I thought I would have some relief once the ashes were here with me, but now I am not sure I want to see the urn sitting on the hutch, it's hard to explain. But when I got him back I hugged him, I kissed him, and I smelled his collar.
I am glad he is back, I am just having a hard time I think with accepting that inside the urn is him. I have never in my life dealt with something so overwhelming. I have never lost anything I love as much as I do him. I hope he knew how much I love him.
I miss Sir Niksa, I love soooo much. oxoxoxoxoxoxo

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