Day 2
Well, Mom and I burried Chewie today. All day at work, I had been thinking about him and it was hard to keep from becoming teary eyed.
Mom and I carried him up on top of the hill and I dug the hole. I put him lovingly and carefully in, but couldn't bring myself to cover him up. All day I'd managed to come to terms with the fact that he was gone--although it still felt like it was a dream. It had to have been a dream, right? But even while I knew he was dead, I wasn't ready to let him go. I still am not, but what's done is done. He's in the ground and he's gone; all I have are the memories.
Goodbye Chewie, we love you. You will be missed.
Mom and I carried him up on top of the hill and I dug the hole. I put him lovingly and carefully in, but couldn't bring myself to cover him up. All day I'd managed to come to terms with the fact that he was gone--although it still felt like it was a dream. It had to have been a dream, right? But even while I knew he was dead, I wasn't ready to let him go. I still am not, but what's done is done. He's in the ground and he's gone; all I have are the memories.
Goodbye Chewie, we love you. You will be missed.