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75th 25th… Kira has always reminded me of Frida… those forever eyes, their beastmode grit, love of art, their determination through struggle, those brows! their style, their similar life’s journeys, their natural magnetism and intense impact on so many who knew them and those who didn’t… and just sassy, sassy, sassy… I have Frida art and portraits through my house because, well, they’re beautiful and they just are a vibe I love…. Today, I was out and of course there was a woman with a giant Frida tattoo on her arm… of course there was ❤️🤟❤️🤟❤️

Miss my girl…

74th 25th (except it’s the 26th)…. Big heavy sigh… I think this is the first 25th that a 25th has past and I missed it…

I’m sick - not sure exactly what’s wrong… the internet says I have cancer or an std or some sort of terminal illness - but I’m pretty sure it’s just a very bad cold and a pretty decent level of work/life stress and no sleep…

and I just now realized it’s the 26th… *gulp*

No way am I making it to the beach today - although it’s really pretty outside…

So, I’ll just leave some photos that made me smile as I looked at them - Kira wouldn’t be upset that I missed yesterday. I know that. And if I weren’t such an emotional crybaby when I get sick, I’d probably be more ok with it than it feels in the moment…

Love and hugs 🤟❤️🤟❤️🤟❤️🤟

73rd 25th… I woke up this morning with my kitty, Olive, snuggled all next to me, purring… as happens every morning since she came into my world… i tell her every night, let’s go, time for night night… and she does and she sleeps with me all night until i wake up, scoot around her, cover her gently with the blanket while i start my day.

Since Kira was little, she often slept with me… but especially, as a teenager, she slept in my bed with me regularly. Often it started in the evening and we would watch Say Yes to the Dress or Chopped or Frazier or Ink Masters or True Blood or or or… and she and I would both crash out… I would inevitably wake up either in the middle of the night or just earlier than her and just watch her… I fell in love with those moments… she was gangly and restless and talked in her sleep… and she giggled the giggliest giggle sometimes and my heart would just burst. Before and after her diagnosis, I knew I wanted to memorize her sleeping. Her sweet breathing, her snuggling (or punching) me, her porcelain skin, the little freckle on her cheek, her changing facial expressions as she dreamt, her fabulous eyebrows, her everything. I knew it was perfection. I never wanted to forget those quiet, peaceful, beautiful moments… just her and me… and the awe of her life and the luck of mine…

My sweet kitty is a completely different animal (literally), but she reminds me of these moments and, for that, I am so grateful.

❤️🤟❤️🤟❤️🤟❤️