This is it. This is the one-year anniversary of the NADAC trial weekend when Remington died. It's Friday night. I and the three dogs went to bed early so we could get up early to drive to Elk Grove. By morning, I had only two dogs. I'm teary eyed; a little frightened in a superstitious way that I hate in myself; tied in knots.
It's hard to believe it has been an entire year. So much of it is still so fresh. I can still see Remington so clearly.
I am almost as much at a loss for words to frame my feelings and sense of loss as I was then.
We'll be getting up at 4 tomorrow morning to drive out there.