292 days….

Another day spent sweeping out water.

This is getting tiresome.

I can’t wait to have a big hole in the back yard if it means that the garage doesn’t flood.

…and I’m getting eaten alive by sandflies every time I step foot downstairs. They are insidious and have eaten the three of us until we are red and bleeding.

I just wish we could get past all these extra hurdles and just grieve like normal people.

I miss you.

I love you.