You’ve been gone 18 months.
It feels like a lifetime.
Das and I are doing our best … but the road is still marked with moon sized craters, twists and turns.
It’s hard to fight back the random tears and sobs.
All we have are precious memories – even the bad moments are precious because you were here.
Your light, your glow, your smile, your touch, your laugh, your words, your everything are truly missed.
I still see you and feel you in my dreams.
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
I feel silly when I talk to you out loud, but I get comforted to know you can hear me … even in my quiet thoughts.
I’m not sure why I’m even writing this in my blog, but I suppose it’s a moment to document.
Maybe others can find some comfort?
Speaking of others … it’s not always easy to talk about you.
Some folks get uncomfortable.
I don’t mind it when others share their own sorrow because I know how much you mean to them.
I just don’t like it when people get uncomfortable or when they have the attitude of, “just get over it.”
It’s honestly not that easy.
I always wonder what you would do if you were in my shoes.
Would you feel like I do?
How would you try to drown this grief?
I think you’d be better at this than I am.
Where on earth would you scatter my ashes?
I want my ashes to be with yours.
Some in the Pacific with you as you wished and some with you in a tree planted by Das as we both wished.
Speaking of our boy, he had to wear jeans for a team picture at Hebron today!
LOL! He hasn’t worn jeans since elementary/middle school because of his catcher legs!
He wore your black boots, too.
Oh how we MISS YOU, T-Mitch!
Love you, Babe… forever and always.
And for those of you who actually read this: