You thought you couldn’t live without your Aunt Pat
You thought you couldn’t live without your mom
You thought you couldn’t live without your dad
And now Rick
It gets harder and harder as people leave you. Your special support system. Those who loved you like no other person ever did.
And I type this on the Chromebook you made … Read the blog
Twenty years. We missed each other for a few, early on, when we lived apart. Why did we waste that time?
I sit here alone in the living room, wishing you were next to me. I dread going to bed, the empty bed.
What a journey we’ve had. You’ve taken me to incredible heights and depths. It was a crazy … Read the blog
I never finished writing this journal entry, but it was interesting coming across it several months after Rick died. I didn’t have much time to write, but I’m glad I had this one short entry because it reminds me of how early on the reality of his impending death really started to sink in.
January 1, 2017
It’s hitting me … Read the blog