It was amazing on Sunday to see everyone that came out. No one knew who we were, but their hearts said they needed to go. We had 42 motorcycles that went on the ride; they even allowed Holly and I to ride in the "drag truck" so we could be a part of the ride. It lasted around 3 hours, and I saw sites in Kentucky I never knew existed. I can see the allure of just cruising on a motorcycle for hours. When we got back, we had the drawing for the raffles. Longhorn Steakhouse had sent two employees, along with bags of peanuts and free appetizers. A local tatoo parlor gave away around $400 worth of artwork. Local restaraunts donated free meals, spas gave away discounts, it was a great day. But at the same time, it made us really think. Saturday was the day Allison was supposed to come home. Saturday was when Allison was supposed to sleep in her own crib. Saturday was when Allison was going to meet her two dogs and two new kittens. Saturday; so many expectations for that day. It still tears at me, and it always will. I have June and Holly, family, friends, and church to hold on to, but I still feel lonely.
I have had several neighbors come up to the house and comment on how my front yard looks. We haven't had alot of rain for a while, and everyone else's yard is brown and dry. My front yard is bright green. After we left the hospital for the final time, we went home. On the porch were several items from Target for the registry. After Tammy took them back for us, we got a gift card. I bought a grill and tools, grass seed, and a sprinkler. I've nursed the yard back from a dry wasteland, cared for it, nurtured it. It feels like as long as I have that, I haven't really lost her. I plan on setting up a small butterfly garden in the backyard with a fountain. I never even knew I could take care of a yard like that.
Have I let Allison go? Yes. Have I let the thought of Allison go? Never.