What WOULD I do without our friends?
I don't want to contemplate it ...
After the dark day yesterday, I awoke to sunshine, and happily got out of bed and into the shower because I knew I was going to spend the whole day with friends.
When I arrived at the bar, they were standing outside in the rain, watching out for me. Just like Cliff would have done.
We laughed a lot. Cliff was ever present in our minds and words. I love that. It makes me feel closer to him. I really felt as though he was there today, silently watching us and smiling, proud of his friends for looking out for me, and proud of me for being able to go out in our old hometown, where the memories are almost palpable.
I couldn't help myself today. I had to stand on the street corner and look at the view ... the view of the sea that we had from our old apartment. Then my eyes involuntarily focused on the entrance to the apartment. So many happy times there. Cliff, Hammer and I. We three. Now it's a different "we three". Instead of living with a man who would have died for me, along with a dog who would have done the same ... today I live with two midget dogs who probably would die for me, but couldn't, in reality, really protect me. I'd probably die protecting THEM.
People used to ask me. "What's it like living with two rottweilers? I want to live in YOUR head. It's nice there."
Yes it was. My two boys. I'd have died for them too, I still would.