It has been 3 months now. I don't cry as often. I wanted to post earlier but I knew I would tear up. My therapist told me its ok to still talk to him. I am doing better, but sometimes I get caught off guard and will tear up. I put his bell back in his cage. When I bump into it, when I open the curtains in the morning and close them at night it gives me comfort.
I still get angry, he should not have been taken away from me so soon.
People don't realize all my life I've had birds, then children starting at age 20, now I'm 63 and no children, no parrot. The silence makes me crazy sometimes.
I didn't realize I took so many photos of him with my cell phone, he shows up on my memories on my FB page and I have downloaded them. I'm a photography by hobby but he was terrified of my big Canon.
I try to listen to songs on You Tube but once in a while his favorites pop up.
I am forever grateful for the support I have received from each of you.
One day I will have another parrot, just not today.