December 26th, 2023 (Boxing Day) was day 270. Two hundred and seventy days since Maria died. I lit this candle when her body was being cremated and I have lit it every three months since.
On this day I lit the candle, thought about the wonderful adventures we shared, and cooked pancakes in her memory. For years, every Sunday I would cook pancakes for Maria and I would put a happy face on her pancakes. It didn't matter where we were, we had pancakes on Sunday. Whether at home, in the bus, the fifth-wheel or the trailer, I made her pancakes. From Miami, Oklahoma to Kluane National Park in the Yukon, pancakes were made.
It was our time to have a slow breakfast (I made the pancakes one at a time and didn't make the next until each was eaten). We would share our thoughts of the week and chat about life in general. It was a wonderful little tradition we carried on.
On December 26th, I made pancakes (for the first time since she died), lit her candle, thought about Maria and then holding her in my heart went on a walk at the Inglewood Bird Sanctuary. There were lots of Chickadees at the Sanctuary, so I held out my hand and they took turns landing on the hand and checking for treats.
Maria wanted me to continue my nature walks and to share my pictures. The Bird Sanctuary didn't disappoint. When I came home I edited my pictures and shared them with my memories of Maria.
Miss you sweetie!
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