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Today was cemetery day. We visit the cemeteries and place wreaths on the graves of loved ones. Usually we visit four. Today we went to five.

As I go through these life traditions without Bear, it does become more real. A Christmas Carol without him. And now I have placed greenery at his niche. Surreal yet normal traditions, just one now without him and one now with him.  I miss him.

We say things everyday that are from him. Each little Bearism causes a bittersweet smile to pass across my face.  New truths are discovered about family when someone passes and that has been particularly challenging.

But it has also opened doors and windows and especially hearts. I know Bear likes that.