Q passed away more than a year ago but sometimes I would find myself in tears out of nowhere. I could be walking Okee to a place that the three of us used to visit and see a scene from my memory of Okee and Q playing carefree. Instead, all I see is Okee no longer venturing into their play area.
A few days ago, I decided to buy a pear tree. Today, I planted it at a spot where Q used to dig at. The traces of him is still in our backyard. We have been and are still fixing all the digging patches he left behind since his passing. Perhaps he was digging a hole for me to plant a tree all along.