The fourth is the third month to the day since she died.
I'm finding less of a need to write these snippets- or not as manically. This is god - I guess. Today it was very hot and nearing 95+ degrees and I got up earlier than normal to go for a trail ride. I was tempted not to go, it was so hot. But I did and am glad.
On my way in from the barn, I looked up at the sky and said,
"I did it."
I am learning new ways to speak to her, to continue the conversation, to accept she is not hear in outward voice - but I can hear her in my head.
It is a New Way.