Tomorrow is six months since Sunny passed away.

I miss his precious face so incredibly much. Our home isn’t complete without him. I still find myself apologizing to him for what happened. It’s still the only way I know how to cope with him not being around. I’d give anything to have him back.

We’ve been using the fireplace these last few days. Sunny loved the fireplace. He would always sit directly in front of the fire; the light off of the fire would bounce off of his orange fur essentially making him glow. I miss seeing that. I miss the way he enjoyed the fireplace; I miss the way he enjoyed life.

I just got up to get a tissue and decided to check up on Macky. He was laying on the bed with one leg in the air and cleaning his crotch. Looks like we’ll be washing the sheets again. But that’s Macky. And I’m so grateful to have him as a constant reminder of his brother, Sunny. They’re such opposites, but yet so similar. In a way, Sunny is still very much alive through Macky (except when Macky is bad, which is quite often).

We miss you very much, Sunny. There’s not a day that goes by when we’re not thinking about you or talking about one of our many wonderful memories of you. Tell god I said what’s up and tell Santa not go be too hard on Macky this year.

I didn’t know where this entry was going when I started it, and I don’t know how to end it now. I suppose I’ll just end it here.  I leave you with a picture of Sunny.  He’s covered in ash from the fireplace — one of his goofiest moments ever.

Life certainly is funny. It took me about fifteen minutes to write that first sentence, I swear, but it sums everything up beautifully. And then I spent the next twenty minutes typing out and explaining why life is so funny. I’ve since erased it, but can sum it up with one sentence below.

Life is one huge episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.

I know we can all get caught up with petty, well, bullshit from time to time, and when we do, just take a step back and look at the situation — find the humor in it and things will make sense. And ultimately, laugh at yourself. Because if you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?

When you work full time, and you’re used to waking up and sleeping at certain hours, being awake at 12:38am really feels more like 4:38am.

Fuck me, tomorrow is going to be a LONG day.  Growing up is SO overrated.