One Year

Tonight at 12:40 a.m. on November 5th we will reach the one-year mark. One year since Willy left this plane to go to the next. Someone asked me a few days ago if it seems like it's gone fast or slow. Surprisingly, I think it's gone fast. For a family grieving the loss of their son and brother we've given it all we've got. I know many will say it's just a date, however, I'm fixated on the terms of time because, in part, that's how my analytical brain works. I won't stop grieving because it's been one year. But to know we all made it through the first year is noteworthy.

As I reflect back on this past year, I realize I'm proud of us. Ever since Willy was diagnosed back in 2004 I wondered what life would look like after he passed. How would we come out? What shape would we be in? It was such an intense 11 years one had to wonder (and I did often) what type of person they'd be after experiencing a journey like this? 

But we've done okay.  Besides a move to Saline and two new houses, the kids both have new schools. They've done great. Grant has an incredibly difficult schedule and he's raking in mostly A's and an occasional B. Gabby's doing well and just finished Level 6 swim class. They've been on more trips in this past year than they were their entire lives. This summer between both families they kids swam, went tubing, went to water parks, baseball games, museums, picnics, Mackinac Island, Traverse City, Holland, and Grant even went on a missions trip with church to Indianapolis.  Grant also joined the cross country team at Saline High School and had a fantastic season.  Although we tried to do things like this when Willy was here with us it became increasingly difficult in recent years. 

We've even been able to have some time to ourselves.  We've all started to slowly get involved in things we weren't able to before. 

I'd go back to life with Willy in a heartbeat. Every late night, every fight with the insurance company, every seizure, every hospitalization, every sleepless night, everything. It was all unequivocally worth it. But Willy's mission here on Earth was over. He came for a time and undoubtedly made us better people. 

So how am I? I have days of intense sadness.  It comes and goes at strange and unexplainable times. There's no describing it. I used to try to stop it by keeping busy and no doubt there's always plenty to do. But now I just let it wash over me.  I embrace it and spend the time remembering Willy.  It snaps eventually and life goes back to the new normal. Even on good days I will never feel the same as I did before Willy passed.  

But I'm enjoying seeing how our lives are unfolding. It's rewarding to see the kids working to do things they couldn't as easily do before. We think about Willy. We talk about Willy. He's still here with us.  It's bittersweet knowing one of your children is gone but the other two are thriving. But it is what it is. We will continue to move forward; one step at a time. 

We are still Team Willy.

Saline Hornets! Round 2!

Our move to Saline is June 1.  On one hand I'm still a bit sad to leave Ann Arbor.  Even though Saline is only 15 minutes away it's not the same.  But as we've learned, life changes and you have to roll with it. The moving van is lined up, the utilities have been switched over, and today Todd and I took Grant and Gabby to tour their new schools.

Saline is a very different city than when I moved away. I have yet to decide if it's better or not. It's bigger -- that's for sure! What was the high school (where I went) is now the middle school. The new high school is this very large and fancy brick and glass building that is quite impressive. All the old elementary schools are closed and new ones have been built.  I went in today not knowing what to expect.

I.Was.Amazed.

We stopped at Heritage Elementary first.  Heritage houses all of Saline's 4th and 5th graders. The principal gave us the tour and introduced us to many teachers and staff members. Those who we met were very engaging and pulled Gabby right in.  The school itself is quite neat and has more of a middle school than elementary feel. Everyone assured us Gabby would fit right in.  We left her there for the afternoon so she could shadow the 4th grade class. (Side note: Trish had already arranged a play date for Gabby with her co-worker's daughter, Sofia.  Sofia was in the 4th grade class that Gabby shadowed today so she already has a friend there!)  In one of the classes we visited, Trish's nephew, Owen, saw Gabby and ran up to greet her with some friends.  It felt very welcoming and Gabby had big smiles.

After we left Gabby at Heritage, we drove over to the high school with Grant.  Can I just say wow!  I mean, a building doesn't necessarily indicate how good the academics are but I think Saline High School kills it on both accounts!  We met with Grant's counselor who gave us a tour and helped us start to arrange a class schedule for the fall.  We also stopped into the athletic office and got Grant started with the cross country application process.

Todd got so excited he even stopped into the school store and bought some Saline gear.

I have good memories from when I lived in Saline.  I was worried about the kids switching schools. I'm not saying it will be a perfect transition but after today I feel much better.  I'm really just a mom who wants her kids to be happy and not anxious.  I want them to enjoy school and feel safe and secure in all that they do and are.

I appreciate Ted, Todd, and Trish and our continued pact to raise the kids together.  It's been going really well lately and I think we all have a pretty bright future as a family. All the changes over the past three years are behind us. Although we will never forget our Willy and the grief is still raw, this move is our chance at a fresh start.

Oh, and a special shout out to Grant.  He made the decision to switch to Saline on his own.  We were not going to make him.  Todd and I both told him today that he was very brave to make that decision and that we were proud of him.

Please keep us in your thoughts as we embark on this new journey.

Saline or Bust? But what about Ann Arbor?

This is long and please bear with me. Sometimes I blog more to work my thoughts out than for the reader.

In the early days of our relationship, before Todd and I bought our house in Jackson, we rented an apartment in Ann Arbor.  I had been living in Ann Arbor for quite some time and loved it.  It's a fantastic college town, complete with all the chaos and fun that goes along with the academic machine. It's bright and vibrant and upwardly mobile. To me, there's always been a feeling of forward momentum in Ann Arbor.  Things are moving. The economy is flush. People come here from all over the world to learn.  I love the sites and sounds of other cultures and languages. Ever since my mother moved us there when I was 12 I was in love with it. 

But I was newly married and I wanted a house. Picket fence and all that...

However, our goal was always to try to sell the house and get back to Ann Arbor.  Then the economy tanked. Long story short, in 2013 Todd and I both landed jobs at the University of Michigan.  We finally had enough income to move back to Ann Arbor.  The VA short sold our house which helped and we found a beautiful rental in one of the best neighborhoods in Ann Arbor.  (For $650 more per month than our mortgage was I might add!)

The new house didn't have the mold problems our old house did and between that and putting Willy on hospice services, he thrived. Ann Arbor was a good move. We worked hard and got our family back to a healthier (in more ways than one) city. It was a good city to raise our kids in.  It was what I wanted for them. 

Then life happens. Todd and I got divorced and stayed in Ann Arbor in apartments next door to each other.  We had a firm commitment to be a "clan" together and raise the kids as a family even though we divorced. It's hard work and we don't always agree but we did it and are doing it.

Willy was one of the main reasons we wanted to make sure we lived geographically close. Along with Willy came a lot of supplies. Transferring him back and forth was complicated.  After he passed, Todd bought a house in Saline. We knew this 15 minute distance wouldn't hurt us and would be more possible since Willy was gone. (Yes, I hate writing that.) 

Although I have no desire to own a house - I've owned two and neither turned out to be the wonderful thing society tells you it is - I was happy for Todd.  He and Trish will have a good life there as will the kids. But this did leave Ted and I wondering what we should do. I certainly didn't want to stay in the apartments forever.  There are some issues with apartment living that I wasn't comfortable with and even though I love our particular place, the complex itself is becoming less than desirable at almost $1400 a month. It's just not worth that anymore to live in Ann Arbor. Renting a house could be anywhere from $2000 on up. I just don't love Ann Arbor THAT much. To me, it's irresponsible spending. 

I always said I didn't want to move back to Saline. I don't know if that's the teenager in me who couldn't wait to move OUT of Saline when I went to college the first time or what. I was adamant that we stayed in Ann Arbor. 

Sometimes you just have to admit you're licked. 

Ted and I found a beautiful, old, charming duplex right downtown Saline. I can see the house we lived in through the trees.  It's comfortable. It's charming. I have friends there. Saline schools are just as good, if not better than Ann Arbor's.  (They're both fantastic, there's no downside here.)

Henry Street, right downtown Saline, left side duplex

I did not want to move the kids from their schools. They are both doing well and Ann Arbor schools have been a stable situation for them.

But when making big picture decisions you have to consider the whole. Living in Saline, three miles from Todd and Trish, in my hometown - or at least what I consider my hometown - with a beautiful rental that is much less than our Ann Arbor apartment, is the best decision for us. 

We will be better able to continue on the path of raising the kids together, the four of us, making them feel confident, loved, and taken care of by four adults who love them very much. Divorce and remarriage is tricky when there are kids involved.  Can it be done in a healthy way? Can you show that although you love their father, it was not a healthy marriage? But that we can be really good friends and commit to each other to get along and work things out and take care of them? 

Yes. Absolutely. That is our commitment. This move to Saline is, in large part, because of the commitment that we made.  I'm thankful for my little clan. I'm especially thankful for Trish who is a wonderful second mom.  We are very different people and don't always agree but she takes care of the kids and I don't worry about them when they are there. 

I always think I should have a take away when I write a blog post. I don't know what the take away here should be except that I needed to work out on paper the thoughts in my head about this move. 

If no one except me gets anything out of this blog post then I've done okay. 

I really just love my kids and want to make a good life for them. That's it. 

11 Birthdays on Earth and 1 in Heaven

Willy's First Birthday!

 Willy's Second Birthday!

Huzzah! Willy made it to TWO!  The doctors said he wouldn't! 

  Willy's Third Birthday!

This was a biggie. We thought he wouldn't live past two and here we were celebrating birthday number THREE!

 Willy's Fourth Birthday!

Willy's 4th was a simple home party but as you can see by his face, he had a blast. 

 Willy's Fifth Birthday!

For Willy's 5th Birthday we went all out at Chuck E. Cheese.  He LOVED it.

 Willy's Sixth Birthday! 

<crickets>

 (Otherwise known as I can't find the Sixth Birthday Photos. Sigh.)

Willy's Seventh Birthday!

His 7th was a big gathering. All of his teachers and school friends and everyone was there! 

  Willy's Eighth Birthday!

Willy's 8th was another home party.  He had a fascination with the balloons that I attached to his wheelchair. He was also a chunky monkey for some reason, diet, meds, who knows. But look at those cheeks!

Willy's Ninth Birthday!

Willy, on the verge of being a tween, wanted a hipper party than before so we went to the roller skating rink. It was a blast.  He loved going around and around.  We also took a small party to his school and visited that week. *Note the monkey cake!

Willy's Tenth Birthday!

DOUBLE DIGITS!!!  Since Chuck E. Cheese went over so well last time we decided to do it again. He wasn't as impressed, being a "tween" and all. 

Willy's Eleventh Birthday!

Todd, Trish, Ted, and I went to Willy's school with little treats and balloons.  Then we had a home party with the grandparents. We didn't know it would be his last. 

That's it. That's all the birthdays we can celebrate with Willy here on this plane. We sure did make the most out of his 11 years.  No regrets. Not a single one. 

Today we will visit the cemetery.  While we know his spirit is not there, it's still the place we need to go to remember this day.  There will be a group of us. I'm sure we'll sing Happy Birthday and I'll take him some flowers and a little prize.  Then we will go to dinner and remember. It's just another "first" to get through. 

Dear Willy,

I bet turning 12 in heaven is super cool. My mortal mind cannot even fathom what it must be like. I know there are no tears in heaven so I take great pleasure in knowing you are not sad.  You are healthy, and happy, and celebrating being alive in a way you haven't ever been before. And this is your gift to me. 

My gift to you on your 12th birthday is taking the memories, looking back, and smiling. Trying not to be sad - although yes, that happens often - but remembering all the wonderful, positive things we did. We had some fun. We made some changes for kiddos like you who the laws and policies sometimes seem to forget. We cuddled a lot. Looking back through all the photos I realize there were a LOT of kisses. I'm sure if you could talk you'd definitely have yelled at me for kissing your cheeks so much! 

Your spirit lives on. People's lives were changed because of you.  You rocked your 11 years. I know you are enjoying your reward. 

Happy Birthday, Willy. We all miss you so much. 

Love,

Momma

Have a Coke and a Smile

It can't be easy being married to a grieving, pre-menopausal, emotional wife who also works full-time, is working on her MBA, and tends to worry about stuff in general. Lately, most days I feel like a hot mess. I know this has to do, at least to some extent, with the grief process. My insides feel all weird lately. And it manifests itself in bouts of crying, irreverent humor, and lots of eating. (Why is it that nothing, not even the death of my child, can take away my appetite?!?!)

But Ted manages to work an amazing amount of hours each week and still makes me laugh, takes care of things like finances and groceries, and, most of all, makes me feel loved and supported. We joke a lot, especially on social media, about our lives and the funny things that happen in our days.

My friends tease me that I'm spoiled. Yes, Ted spoils me. I spoil him too but in a different way. We both need different things. Our love languages are very different and for us, it works out very nicely.

In all seriousness, one of the things I love about Ted the most is that my thoughts matter to him. Things I think about and mull over and questions I have matter to him. It doesn't matter the topic. It's common for me to say something like, "I don't understand this," or "I feel weird right now." And his response is always something along the lines of, "Tell me. Let's talk about it." Another common Ted response is "What can I do?" And usually there's nothing to be done -- I just need to know he's there and hears me. Everyone needs to be seen and heard.

For the next few years we have financial obligations and bills to be paid off that require Ted working extra. He's happy that he is able (Read: has the energy) to go do what needs doing. Not once does he ever complain about being tired or having to work his third job of the day. He puts everything he can into all of his jobs, not just his "day" job. As a Coke Merchandiser (which is very different than his job as award winning Dr. Troxell, professor extraordinaire) he builds displays and refills shelves. Sometimes his displays are so perfect and pretty he will text me photos of them. He's proud of his work ethic no matter what job it is he's doing. THAT is sexy.

I've offered to put my MBA off and get a second job and he won't let me. He wants to see me succeed and be whatever it is that I want to be. (Cue Wind Beneath my Wings...) THAT is love.

I don't know what precipitated this blog post. Everyone knows I'm super grateful for him. It was just a weird morning. I am fairly nervous about this accounting project I have due tomorrow for school and then the cumulative final I have to take on Tuesday. Again he was all, "What can I do to help before I leave for work?" And the answer was cake. I need cake. Cake will help me get through this day. So off he went to buy cake supplies.

Neither of us are perfect. I'm not so naive as to try to pretend we've always done everything right and life is always a big, fat rose. I mean, he leaves the toilet seat up so there's that. And I have a list of faults too. (Since this is my blog I don't have to list them if I don't want to.) :-)

But sometimes I just have to shout out to my people. Today it's Ted's turn. 

Now, one more piece of cake and then back to homework. 

#allinadayswork

Those Cheeks Though!

Last night I had my third dream about Willy.  I don't remember any of the details except that he was lying on a bed, happy and awake, and I was kissing his cheeks.  His cheeks were always full and fat -- at times more than others depending on his formula.  And unlike most growing boys, he couldn't resist me when I smooched at them. Yes. I took full on advantage of his lack of motor skills in order to sneak kisses.

I woke up and it felt nice.  Like he had visited.

Thank you, Willy.  Come back soon.

It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times

Stealing from one of my favorite authors, Charles Dickens, this last week has been the best of times and the worst of times. Of course it's not the French Revolution and I'm not living in London or Paris but I can't stop repeating this line over and over in my mind.

It was a tough week.  I didn't score as well on the GMAT as I wanted to.  Granted, I did not study at all. So, considering, I got a pretty good score.  But being a pseudo-perfectionist and someone who is very hard on herself, I freaked. To make a long story short, I'll just retake it, hopefully get a better score, and be a little smarter too!

The funk I've been in this week isn't really about the GMAT though. It's all tied to grief. I keep thinking that if I pack my plate full and stay away from triggers, I won't feel that awful dark feeling anymore. Oh I know there will be moments of sad but not that horrible, gut-wrenching feeling of despair when you realize you'll never hold your child again.

I know this isn't how grief works. However, my brain, heart, mind, and soul are kind of arguing over how to process life post-Willy.  I have to tell you, it's hard. Some days are very, very good.  I have a wonderful group of co-workers, an awesome boss, and work that I find very interesting.  I have a super supportive husband, lots of friends, and awesome kiddos. We're not rich but we have enough.  Things are good. (In case you aren't quite following along, this is the "best" of times.)

But none of that matters when you are grieving. There is no rational by which you can gauge how you're doing in the grief process.  I keep trying to figure out what I need to do with my life post-Willy.  Before, he took up a large part of our day.  Between feedings, pills, cleaning and organizing his room, and just loving on him, he was time consuming.  A wonderful time consume, but still a time consume. So now I think "What are you going to do with all your available time? Huh? You sat for 15 minutes. Do you know what you could have done in that time?"  Etc. It's hard for me to just BE.  I feel like a bunch of cells just bouncing off of each other trying to figure out what to do next. Take up a cause? March in Lansing? Stump for Bernie? Get another degree? (Oh wait, I'm doing that one.) Spend more time with the kids? Clean out the trunk? Good Lord I even thought of adopting another special needs child. (Ted ruled that out and it was the right decision for all of us.)

RELAX, Dawn.

The one thing I've always been good at is determining what's wrong in my life and trying to fix it. Sometimes my fixes have worked and sometimes they just created more problems. But I recognized there were things I could fix so I made a list.

1. Slow down on the MBA.  I feel hurried and I'm making mistakes in my coursework. It's not fun. Take a few more prerequisites than what I need. Lay a stronger foundation so when the super hard classes start I'll be ready. 
2. Read for fun again. This has worked out nicely.  I've read some good books lately.  I'm currently rereading The Scarlett Letter.  Ted is going to bring me Out of Africa home tonight. 
3. Meditate.  Right now I'm not doing it as much as I want. So I will make an effort to do it more. It does help and I love it. And I have like 5 meditation apps so it couldn't be any handier. 
4. Spend time with the kids.  Gabby and I have been enjoying tea together lately. We've even gone to the Tea Haus downtown a few times and just spent time together.  Sometimes in the evening we sit on my bed together and just hang. Grant wants me to learn a language with him on this DuoLingo app.  He bugs the crap out of me when I didn't do my daily lesson.  I already know Spanish and I really don't want to learn German but he wants me to and it's something we can bond together on.  And it's hard to find something to bond with your 14-year old son on? Amiright??
5. Yoga. I started a yoga class at work a few weeks ago.  It's not pretty but I like how it makes me feel. 
6. I can think of more but that would defeat the purpose of slow down and just BE.  So for now, this is my list. 

My hospice grief counselor called yesterday for her routine check-in.  She kindly reminded me that Willy's birthday is coming up. (Gee, thanks.)  She asked if we had made any plans? (Nope.) She kind of (ironically enough) put me bank into the funk that I had worked hard to shred from the beginning of the week. I know it's coming and I have a feeling it will be tough. Do we go to the cemetery and have a little party? This is new territory, you know? 

I'm not really sure what the point of this blog post was except to remind myself there's no procedures for grief.  There will be good days and bad days.  Triggers will send you into a funk and sometimes, with no warning or trigger, the grief will just slap you across the face. It's not rational. You can't plan for it and you can't work around it. 

I'm doing it right. I'm doing it my way. I'm recognizing that I need to slow down and let the process do its thing. Sometimes I'm hard on myself for not feeling better all the time.  Then I have to remind myself that my child died in my arms a little over three months ago after an 11 year battle. So I need to give myself a break.  It's the worst of times right now.  With some good times mixed in. 

I was texting with Willy's hospice doctor a few nights ago, Dr. Pituch. I told him grief sucks.  His response was "yep."  With all the knowledge and experience and degrees he has, that's his response. Yep. 

So, yep, grief sucks. But life goes on.

Three Months Without Willy

Another anniversary of Willy's death passed last night at 12:40 a.m.  I went to bed with heavy thoughts of his last evening in my mind and it's only because I've been studying so hard that my brain allowed my body to fall asleep.

We made it past the night he died.  We made it past the viewing, funeral, and burial.  We made it through the holidays.  (Dark though they were....)  We made it through the new year. We made it past the first birthday which was Todd's. We had our normal Pickett/Hansen/Krause/Troxell Clan Family birthday gathering for Todd's 46th. Most of the thank you notes have gone out although there are still some in the stack that need to be finished.

For me, it's been a quest to bury myself under every project I can find. Leave no minute of the day available.  Go all day until I crash.  It's the evenings that I'm afraid of.  When the day is winding down and I'd like to relax and watch a show or read a book, well, that's when my mind starts doing the sad things. I know this isn't healthy and I have been trying (with some success) to slow down. I joined a grief group that starts in a couple weeks.  I've said no to a few projects. I realize I can't heal if I'm buried under projects.  The grief will wait for me and come at me with a vengeance if I try to push it back.

I've also been trying to spend more time with Grant and Gabby.  They missed out on so much over the years.  Grant and I had a mom/son date night a few weeks ago which I blogged about.  Ted took Grant out for a special dinner because he ended his semester with such good grades. I took Gabby to the beauty supply store and we played with the samples. I moved all of Willy's things out of Grant's bedroom and am starting to turn it into "Grant's" room now.

Yesterday Grant had an eye appointment and it was weirdly scheduled in the middle of his day so I let him skip the whole day. I decided heck with it and let Gabby skip too.  The three of us went out to breakfast, then to Grant's appointment, and then to the TeaHaus for afternoon tea and crumpets. Gabby has a friend at school who told her the tea there was delicious and she had been asking to go. We had a great time. We each had our own pot of tea and sat there just being together and not being rushed.

http://teahaus.com/

After tea, we went and did a little shopping in Kerrytown. It was nice just walking around downtown and not being in a hurry. I took them home and had to go back to work but we had a great morning and afternoon together.

I still don't quite know how our life without Willy looks.  Right now it's still too raw to get a good picture.  I think the kids are doing well.  They take comfort in knowing he is not battling lissencephaly anymore. And while I take comfort in that as well, I'm still the mother of a child who died in her arms too quickly before even a goodbye could be said.

Thanks to fantastic friends, family, co-workers, and the most awesome husband a woman could ask for, I feel well supported and well loved. I have a lot of happy moments and have begun to laugh a bit again. Sometimes I fake it because I don't want to be the downer. Sometimes I let it all out in bed or in the shower. But sometimes I really do laugh, and mean it.

But I do feel like I've aged 30 years in 3 months.  And the further in the past that Willy's death gets, the more anxious I am that I'm going to forget his smell and how he felt in my arms, the softness of his hair and skin.

The one thing I can say for sure is all the nausea I had the first couple months seems to have subsided.  The first real piece of empirical evidence that I am, in fact, healing.

Dreams, Nightmares, and Transformation of Energy

I've had three dreams about Willy since he passed. I have very conflicted feelings about these dreams. On one hand, they've been so real that it's been nice to feel my lips on his fat little cheeks again.  You know, the kind of dream you never want to wake up from.

On the other hand, they've been nightmares.  Because I do eventually wake up.  These dreams have represented short, frenzied, and fraught versions of reliving his death all over again.  For a split second when I wake up everything is normal. Then I remember. Then the dream becomes a nightmare and the weirdest, most uncomfortable feeling sets in.

In two of the dreams nightmares, there were very significant neglect issues.  Somehow Willy needed something I wasn't getting to.  A feed, medicine, diaper....  There was this feeling that I "forgot" about him.  But then I fixed him up, and gave him a kiss and all was well again. One of the dreams was simply a good one where we were snuggling and he was cooing.

Last night I had the second of the nightmares. The only thing I really remember is that his teeth and face were crusty with drool. While there were many tasks related to Willy's care, keeping his teeth clean and his lips moisturized were two that were always on my radar.  His lips were always dry as sandpaper. He never closed his mouth and his entire mouth, lip, and teeth area were always a nightmare. I couldn't stand the thought that he was uncomfortable because he was dry.

In the more peaceful one where I was snuggling with him, I was sad when I woke up.  In the two that were more anxiety ridden, I was glad to wake up.  The thought that I had neglected him in some manner was almost worse to deal with than his death. I’m not looking for dream interpretation here. I know more will come and some will be happy and comforting and some will be full of anxiety and depression.  Like the dream where you show up in high school with no clothes on.  Dreams happen.  Good and bad.

The only thing I take from these dreams is the fact that I am connected to Willy on a different plane now.  He’s not here with me on our earthly plane. And sure, I have plenty of memories, pictures, and videos to remember him by.  But these dreams remind me of one of the basic laws of science – the Law of the Conservation of Energy.  To quote Albert Einstein, “Energy cannot be created or destroyed; it can only be changed from one form to another.”  You know, like how a toaster turns electrical energy into thermal energy. I'm not trying to compare Willy to a toaster but I like examples of the ideas that run around in my brain and that was the first thing I came up with. 

Opinions on the afterlife are often attached to whatever version of faith and religion one subscribes to. My faith is an interesting topic and one I am not going to address here.  But based purely on SCIENCE, (which we all should be basing our decisions on in my humble opinion,) I am trusting in Einstein's law of energy conservation.  This article in Scientific American answers a big question: Is energy always conserved, even in the case of the expanding universe? Well you can read for yourself but the short answer is yes. From the article: 

"It turns out that in Einstein’s theory of general relativity, regions of space with positive energy actually push space outward. As space expands, it releases stored up gravitational potential energy, which converts into the intrinsic energy that fills the newly created volume. So even the expansion of the universe is controlled by the law of energy conservation."

(http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/energy-can-neither-be-created-nor-destroyed/)

The takeaway? Or at least MY takeaway? If it's good enough to explain the expansion of the universe, it's good enough for me and Willy. 

Visit me again, Willy. But just snuggle this time.