It’s been a little more than two weeks since you left on your new adventure without me. Some people are able to count down their lives ones missions but I am only able to count up how many days you’ve been gone.
I have Erin and Josh this weekend. It will probably be a very difficult mothers day because usually you were the one to buy me flowers and make sure the kids made me breakfast…
I kept thinking about what I would tell you when I got home today at work, which is only ironic because today the memory came to me, clear as a bell of you kissing me. I almost felt it, it was that strong. Was it you? I am going to assume it was. It was really nice to have such a clear thought. My brain has been jell-o and Swiss cheese, but I think I’m starting to get a bit clearer. I write lists and lists. I plan. I have even started brainstorming that fantasy story about Selig. How did we come up with that name? I don’t remember, but you named your new computer after it.
Thank you for that kiss today. It helped me get through the rest of the day.
Love you lots.