Dave has been gone for eight months. I have been chugging
along, doing my regular stuff: I made 2 cakes for Easter; I finally got the car
in for a long needed service; I pulled weeds and watered; along with other “regular”
stuff. The big days are hard, and we expect them to be hard: Thanksgiving,
Christmas, Anniversary, but what we don’t expect is the effect that the “little”
things will have. Every Easter for 50 years, Dave has given me a chocolate
Easter bunny from See’s. It would appear on my nightstand sometime before
morning, just as if the Easter bunny had brought it. He would come in in the
morning, full of joy, saying it was the “enter correct number here” year that
he had delivered a bunny. He was so proud that he would remember this little
thing. It didn’t matter that much to me, but it mattered so much to him. I
realized this morning that there would be no Easter bunny on my bedside table
tomorrow morning. I never thought to take a photo of the bunny and I never
thought of writing a story about the tradition, and now it’s gone. It’s the
little things that get you, people--the very little things. His birthday is in
a couple of weeks…that’s a biggie…wonder how I’ll handle that one.
