Snow

Snow. I love snow. Mommy loved snow. Pino absolutely loved snow. I'm grateful that his last few winters had enough snow to make him happy. There's snow on the ground from the other day and I keep thinking how he would have loved running through it. I miss him so much. I know in my heart that I did the right thing but it still feels like murder to me. Will he ... has he ... forgiven me? Will I ever forgive myself? As long as he's there waiting for me and happy to see me when I die, I'll be ok.