Yesterday, was my baby’s 2nd anniversary of his angel day, and it was different than my previous one. Last year, I felt so accomplished even making it to that first year mark, as the first year without my love, was so incredibly difficult. Possibly even the hardest year that I had ever faced. This year, I took all of that pain, and gratitude, and turned it into something positive. I spent my morning (and early afternoon) spending time with the homeless cats at the humane society. There was one cat there, that captured my heart, and when the once anxious boy was purring and drooling in my lap, I couldn’t help but feel a connection and feel the tears welling up in my eyes. If it wasn’t for you, my love, I never would have been able to get this place. To have the undying desire to honor you, and share the love that you had bestowed upon me to others. I brought gifts to the cats at the shelter, in your honor, and I also brought my time and compassion. I wore your pin so proudly on my apron and was so grateful to know that I was doing the right thing, at the right time, in the right place. To bestow service onto others, in the memory of someone you love, is a truly beautiful gift, and to you my love, I will always be grateful.