We've gotten through Thanksgiving and Christmas. Did not "celebrate". Now it's the approach of March -- her birthday. Would have been 33.
Some things from last summer come back to me clearly but others are getting blurred. Mostly I feel guilty that I did not stay with her in May. I went home, thinking I would be back in a few weeks to help her through the next treatment. But there was no more treatment.
My cousin's teenage daughter is doing the Avon Walk in honor of E. Some people from work have contributed already. She had some kind of affinity for young girls, so good to be remembered by them.
Also the Guides are wanting to establish some kind of permanent memorial at one of their locations. It would be good to have another "place" for her.
Now, her brother needs to find his way. He has so much to offer but, understandably, has been wallowing in a great slough. He cried at Eddie Izzard, thinking of her. The best way to honor her is to live his own life to the fullest. Be the kind of person she would have wanted him to be.