Hit 3 1/2 years on Oct 12, also known as the 3 year anniversary of the day I realized I might actually survive.
Started a new job 6 weeks ago in a restaurant that brews its own beer. A concept he would've loved. An environment I love. And downtown... where I saw myself working when I moved here 8 years ago now.
Life changes, moves and shifts. And I still find myself thinking of him when something awesome happens, when I want to share my brewery experience, or just curl up on the couch for the night.
I love that he's still with me.
