My floors are now noticabley messier after dinner.  He did a great job keeping them nice and food-free.  There are fewer fuzz balls floating around the corners.

Today I finally packed up his stuff (most) and took it to the attic.  Hard, but a bit of a relief also.  He has moved on; I suppose I can too.  Still miss him immensely.

Zoe still talks about him alot.  Not in a sad way, but just matter of fact.  It’s nice to be around someone who doesn’t feel like she shouldn’t mention the deceased.

The backyard is full of squirrels.