Revision

I’m heading to Houston tomorrow for Julie’s funeral. I feel like a transient. I’ve been traveling almost nonstop since Annabelle was born in March. In the past two months, I think I’ve been in Atlanta for just two weekends.

The Maple Leafs are here on Thursday. I am going to miss Darcy Tucker, but I have more important things to do. (On a semi-related note: What is wrong with you Miikka Kiprusoff?! You are ruining my fantasy hockey season.)

We close on our house next Monday. I can’t believe my dream of a house with a pool (this pool) is finally coming true. When I told Julie about the house, she said, “I can’t wait to come swim with you.” Thinking about it now makes my heart ache. She believed so strongly that she was going to beat cancer. Julie lived her life with hope and faith. That’s a lesson I can take from something that just makes no sense: Never give up. I don’t think Julie ever did. When I swim in our pool for the first time, I will be thinking of her.