I’m sad. I wake up this way, every morning. It’s not immediately apparent, but it doesn’t take long before I remember Lula’s gone. It’s my first thought.
The next thought I have is that Lula’s not coming back. The tone for the day is now set. YAY!
I have other reasons to live. I love Cindy. I love Bolt. I love Jax.
And Lula.
Somehow I have to pull myself up and face the day.
And tomorrow.
And I don’t know how.
