One More Day

 

I did it. 

I had to ride a scooter to do it,  but I Trick-or-Treated the entire evening with Sarah and Che.  

We're all dressed as K-pop Demon Hunters.  I am Roomie, with purple hair.  

Sarah is a master make up artist, and we receive numerous compliments as we make our way.  

Che falls in and out with friends we encounter and she's having the time of her life!

I am so grateful. 

I got to do it one more time. 

Today, I can barely move. 

Sarah's struggling too, desperately needing rest. 

Che's happily dividing her most impressive haul!

Che was born on October 25, quickly followed by Halloween, Cassidy's birthday, Thanksgiving, daughter Laurel's wedding, Christmas and New Year's Day, which is when she believes her birthday ends.  

That's a lot of stuff and the expectation is I'll be at all of it. 

As bad as I often feel, I make no promises.  Well, except for Laurel and Rob's wedding. I plan to perform that ceremony.  

I do one day at a time. 

I wake, realize I'm still alive, can eventually pull myself out of bed, and live that day as aggressively as I can. 

If I wake up tomorrow, then I get to do it again. 

"Honey," Sarah asks, "do you think you'll be alive this summer? I need something to look forward to and found a nice cruise for us."

"What?" I laugh. "I'm working my hardest to be at Cassidy's Birthday, Laurel and Rob's wedding, and Thanksgiving now that Mom's coming, so it's hard for me to think beyond that right now."

"It's a great itinerary," she says enthusiastically. 

I shake my head and tell her to book it. 

She'll need a big break by then.  

In the meantime, I just want to wake up and be gifted one more day, and still have these problems.  
     
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My Celebration of Life delightfully lingers but is coming to an end. Help me make sure Sarah and Che will be fine without me.  

Please consider being part of their future at https://gofund.me/ffda4f4b