spent the morning in a refresher first aid course… we’ve done one every couple of years… this is my third…

always seem to do them in early December… just before or after George’s birthday…

the whole conversation around CPR is always difficult and brings me right back to the night he died… but practising what to do is also cathartic…

I keep thinking about the person who called 911 and then stayed with him until the emergency team arrived… did they hold his hand, did they give him CPR…

I miss him so much, and try to remember the good things and not focus on the sadness…

tomorrow he would have turned 66…

the moon was nearly full as I walked home from the grocery store after work… I was too cold to stop and take a picture of it, but took this when I got home…

and noticed that a critter has been running all over the roof of the garage…

maybe one of George’s squirrel friends, lol…