Wyatt's Wake

My Grandmother used to always tell me that if you were ever mad at someone, you should bake them cookies.

Baking for someone you are angry with does two things:

#1: It gives you something positive for you to focus your energy on.
#2: By the time you're done doing something kind for someone else, and once you see how  happy you've made them, chances are you'll have forgotten why you were mad in the first place.

Once again, Grandma was right.

I did not bake Wyatt any cookies, but Bre and I did work to make a fabulous Wake for him. I think, all things considered, it was a day that Wyatt would have enjoyed. The hours d'oeuvres were on point, the pictures I had gathered, printed and framed glowed beautifully in the candlelight, the company was tremendous, and the toasts were all appropriate and reminded us of the wonderful person Wyatt was. The fact that it took me a day and a half to recover tells me that we did everything the way Wyatt would have if he were there, too.

As I buckled the clasp on my shoes, and put on the pearl earrings I laid out that would best fit my cocktail dress (I'm certain the fashion consultant part of him would have approved), I only wish was that I was getting dressed up to go out on the date he had promised me, instead of getting dressed up to give his family my condolences and to tell him goodbye. 

I wish I could hate him

We have the best friends in the world

(Please disregard the smeared eyeliner and the red, puffy eyeballs. This was after a toast or two)

I am incredibly grateful to have had this guy by my side these last few weeks.
I'd have been an ever bigger train wreck without him.

I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity.

Good-byes never get easy.

Rest in peace, my friend.    Thanks for the memories.