FIFTY-THREE
AlmaLeo’s been gone two months. I still ache for him every second of every day. My body still mourns him, and I can barely hold down food. But I’m trying to live. I’m trying to be happy. It’s going to be a while before I can feel happiness, so for now, I’m putting one foot in front of the other. I’m taking it one day at a time.
I’m showing up. I’m leaving the house. Checking on Lion’s Lair. Grocery shopping. Cooking. Eating. Trying. I spend more time not crying than sobbing, so I consider that progress. I reread Leo’s letter each day, and it helps me feel like he’s still here. I believe that part of him is.
I’ve had lunch with Quinn, Amos, Ollie, and Cat over the past month, which is also progress. It’s been good to talk to people who love me or Leo. I don’t feel as alone as
