Andrea made a wonderful album of the life and times of Alice: it's all here.
Sometimes I am fine. I realize how bad she was feeling and how much time I spent worrying about her health. I hadn't slept through the night since that night in August when she had pneumonia and I woke to touch her and she didn't move. Since then, she'd slept in our room, I'd rised several times a night to check on her. I wasn't ready to say goodbye then, I was more ready on Thursday than in August.
Other times, I collapse with grief. We came home from hockey today and the sight of her empty bed put me over the edge. How will I ever heal from this? She made the sun come up for me and now it does not rise.




