I never wanted to acknowledge the fact that one day, my best friend and soulmate would not be here. I secretly hoped sometimes that I would be the first to go. Now, I know that was selfish. Because I wouldn’t want Brickle to have this pain. And I know he would have missed me as much as I am missing him.
I thought that having him buried here at our house would bring some peace. I don’t know if it does. I’m constantly wrestling with fact in my mind that his physical body is still here, but he’s not. And that it’s my job now to protect his resting place. It’s not so easy here in Italy.
Wild boars are a big problem here. As much we love all animals, they are a destructive force. And because the ground is so, so hard here, we could not bury Brickle as deep as we wanted to. So the gate we are putting in us important. So important.
I don’t know how I’ll get thru the rest of my days without Brickle. But I do know I will endeavor to fix the house he worked so hard to get to. And we will protect his memory. We miss you, Brickle.
As we await t
-Rachael
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