I spent the day cleaning. My apartment is now cleaner than it's been since Adam and I moved our stuff into it. It could have been worse.
I try to find the good in all things and this is no exception. Even though I am devastated that my birdie will not be around to watch my kids grow up like I planned, I feel like I have gained perspective.
I have a better idea of what is important to me. I am tired of spending so much time worrying about things when I could be doing more to help the people I love.
I am less afraid. Everything could change in one freak accident or one tragic illness. Against that, why should I be so afraid of anything that doesn't kill me? Hell, I'm afraid of things that don't even matter. Things like interviews. It doesn't even make sense anymore.
I want my bird back. I know that's impossible.
Life goes on. There's so much to deal with right now.
I miss you.