Or sometimes it seems like she’s still here, but hiding, or downstairs, or maybe even at someone else’s house, and I’ll see her sometime soon.
But then I see something that I wasn’t expecting to see — a toy, fur on my car seat, a photo I never saw before — and every nightmarish event that happened in the past week comes swirling back and hits me like a ton of bricks, and makes it plainly obvious that she’s gone,. And that these little imprints of her, are the only things that I have left.
I really miss her face. Her sweet little face, once so innocent, that grew so wise in just a matter of days. In the end, even though I was taking care of her, it really felt like she was the one taking care of me.