Last night I had my first normal night of sleep since Evie died three weeks ago.
I have to admit that when I woke up this morning and realized that had happened, a wave of guilt crashed over me – how can I be returning to normal after such an awful thing happened to her? Does that mean I’m forgetting her?
But I know this to be the truth – Evie lived her life with uncommon passion and commitment. If she were standing here with me, she would be telling me to go on with my life and live each day as if it matters. Because it does.
I think of you often, Evie. With enough nights of normal sleep the exhaustion will fade, but it doesn’t mean that your memory ever will.
I love you and I miss you.