/ Friday, March 16, 2012
The power of this picture brings me to tears. It's evidenced as I sit here grateful for this one picture of just us. I finally found the strength to transfer the pictures from the memory card I used for your funeral into my other hard drives. My own memory isn't as easy to transfer nor would I want it to be. The last 6 months have been hard to say the least. I think what's the most difficult is the ride home... the anticipation as I get off the exit & make that right turn. As I make the trek uphill and park, the air feels different. I open the door and you're not there to look over at me from the den. To ask me what's new. To ask me if I've eaten. To ask me if I'll be going out. When I open the door, it's unpredictable now... there are only vivid memories that cloud my mind and I feel empty. The memories I have I'll keep with me and they'll help me get through. But, it will never be the same.