Today, May 18, makes one year since my dog, Misty, passed away. Part of me feels really guilty that I was able to go about my day like it was nothing, like I shouldn't be sad. I had set my alarm to wake me up at 9 AM, the time that she was put down last year, but I somehow managed to sleep through it. So I guess maybe writing this will make me feel something? Maybe I'll even cry. But that's okay, because I feel as if I need to today.

Not a day goes by where I don't think of her, though....

If you were alive today, you would be 92 years old or thereabout.
If you were alive today you'd see me getting into the National Honor Society. You'd be so proud of me. And for medalling fifth in Skills.
You'd be so proud of my sister for raising a beautiful little girl.
You'd probably be proud of a lot of our family.
I was so sad when you started to forget things but deep down I knew that you still remembered some things, it was just trapped within your mind. You remembered...