This time last year my Dad was still with us and we hadn’t even met Button.   By 8pm in the evening the landscape of our world had change irrevocably.

It really doesn’t seem like a year.

But today the apple tree my dear friends bought me in celebration of Button and remembrance of Pa blossoms to remind me that the raw edge of the pain of loss fades but the happy memories stay fresh and vivid.

And though we still miss Pa each and every day, we  are blessed to have Button and The Boy to help us through.