“Day 58” To Flow
My dog Flow died on June 20th 2016. I miss her unlike anything I’ve ever missed in my life. Which is somewhat alarming to me because I lost my mom who I loved more than anyone and lost my brother who was my best friend. My family has always been everything to me and losing my brother and my mom should have devastated me beyond repair, but some how I’ve moved beyond the grief.
Flows death has effected me unlike the death of my beloved family members in a way that seems far more paralyzing and devastating. So much so that I feel ashamed and guilty if I happen to think about it for an extended period of time.
Life is so real. So sacred. I cry a lot and I’m remembering so many things. Don’t waist a minute and make those minute last longer. Be true.