I still feel 2016 is close, but it’s fading back pretty quick now. I’m not crying every day any more. My grief is just stuck inside. I love to talk about him but it makes people uncomfortable. It’s ok to glorify a passed person. My love is still the same and I get solace from 57 happenings. That number was our lucky number in life and death. A real omen number in our world. So when it comes up it means everything and makes me smile. It tells me he’s hanging round. Smoking a cigarette.