I'm walking up Fifth Avenue on my way home from the gym, wiping away tears as I remember that today marks the second month since Shana left this world. I count the months and days and realize for the first time that she was in my life for 15 years, 5 months, and 15 days, and wonder if she planned it that way knowing that as much as I don't like symmetry, I would appreciate the tidiness. Sitting here, I imagine her saying, "That's my gift to mew!" and wipe away more tears.
I am grateful for Shana's beautiful life.