One month

It's been one month since Olive died.

One, long, hard impossibly cruel month.

I miss her so much.

I'm getting through it - going about my life like I always do - because what choice do I have?

Still, I feel like part of me died with her that night.

Fortunately, relief - in the form of a cute palomino mustang geldng - arrives Sunday. 

He's not mine, he's not permanent and he's definitely not Olive.

That's okay. He's Winslow, and for now, that's enough.