2 years since Oat passed. 2 years being on my own since I met him 33 years ago. 2 years since the saddest day of my life. 2 of the hardest years of my 58 years.
I’m trying my best to carry on, working through things slow.
I’m keeping busy learning new things, quilting, stamping, preserving and spinning.
And making new friends and connecting with my old crew. Laughing, talking and just being silly as we enjoy each others company.
Oat would have enjoyed moving back to Hawaii with me. Maybe too much to do for him but so many opportunities for him to create a new costume photo shoot or a shelter we could use to go camping in. Who knows what he would have came up with all the stuff my dad has. He would have loved all of the tarps. Miss you.