Musings...
It will be four years on April 9th. I'm finding myself really longing to feel his touch and hear his voice. I wonder if I will always have this melancholy mood every year at this time. It has taken me these four years to get to a point where I can actually look at pictures and let myself swim in memories.
Anyone who knows me knows that my Tall Man and I rode a roller-coaster. Lots of ups, several downs, plenty of time right in the sweet spot. And that's what I'm missing today as the anniversary of his leaving me approaches. I know he's in heaven. Sometimes I can still feel him, but most of the time not. I know he's at peace and he's healthy. And I miss him. Feeling just a touch bitter that he's not at peace and healthy right here with me and our daughters and grandchildren.
Come see me, Big Scott. I'm still looking for signs.
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