Today was the 6-month mark since my good friend's husband was killed in the tragic bicycle incident.
At the intersection where the incident occurred, his daughters put together what is known as a 'ghost bike' -- a bicycle painted white, to signify that a cyclist had been killed at that place. There are a number of them all over town, but only because of his death did I know anything about them.
She and I went and got flowers to place on the bike.
We went to lunch and talked about how each of us got engaged... and how long they had dated, and I learned things that I'd never known about both of them.
We went to her house and had delicious blueberry coffeecake, with copious amounts of tea... then we made some papermolds (a cool craft thing), we napped a little, then after we came home we basically napped some more while trying to avoid being licked up the nose by a cutie chihuahua named Penny.
I was glad I was able to be around. This day that is traditionally a day full of red hearts and pink flowers, chocolate and mylar heart balloons... a day that we're supposed to celebrate the love we have for each other -- I think we did that. And we remembered Chuck and their life together, and I think it was exactly what it was supposed to be.
Himself got a beard trimmer for his birthday (yes, he's a valentine baby), and a bag of pistachio nuts for Valentines Day. I got to eat some chocolate hob-nobs (yum!).