I went up to his room and put together a set of T-shirts that would make a nice quilt. B and I went to the grave together, where we noticed someone had left a rock on the headstone and a Mountain Dew bottle. (Mountain Dew was his favorite drink). I thought that was pretty cool, and I set the bottle into the flowers so that no one would throw it away.
I saw two ambulances that looked exactly like the one I followed to the hospital.
I re-read cards people had sent us.
I am very glad I did not go into work, so that I could feel however I wanted to feel without worrying about what someone else saw.
So a year has gone by, and he is still gone.