Yesterday was one year since Chris went to heaven. I have had a chance to reflect in the past year and see so much change and movement. Chris wanted me to move forward and live a full, happy life. He said I would be honoring him by doing so. I am so grateful to have had such a selfless, courageous husband.
On Tuesday, I drove up to Sacramento. I had a great date night and slept. Wednesday morning I woke up and met with my old friend Karla. We walked to the police memorial at the state capitol and I discretely spread some ashes in the center area.
Karla and I walked to a nice little local place for breakfast where they had challah French toast, Chris’s favorite. I ordered the French toast and it was delicious!
After breakfast, we said our goodbyes and I drove to the CHP Academy. I went to the main administration building and went to where all the class plaques are located. I took several pictures of Chris’s class plaque. I also went to the store and bought myself a CHP blouse. As I walked outside, I took Chris’s ashes in my hand and slowly let them go in a beautiful green area as I walked around. I took my time since I knew it would likely be the last time I would be there.
I sat in my car and cried. I wished I had someone there to lend a shoulder. I began my six hour drive home and replayed the details of that day a year ago. At every hour that passed I remembered exactly what I was doing a year ago.
I’m grateful for the people that reached out to me yesterday. And more so for being with me through every step of this journey. Thank you.
Have passport, will travel.