Thursday, November 19, 2015
Dear Betty, As I look around this house, our house, I see you every where. All your collectables. All the little trinkets, that I only saw as clutter, now have a totally different meaning. As I pick up each piece, a flood of memories comes back to me. I see your happy, smiling face each time you came home with another one, and I would just think, oh, not another one. Well now I just smile and wish you were still here and could fill the house. I miss the sound of ice dropping into your glass of Ginger Ale. I miss the sounds of the game show network and Jeopardy. I miss the way the simple things in life made you happy. I will miss sitting out on the deck enjoying the pond. I will miss walking around looking at the flowers with you. WE would all laugh at some of your words that I cant repeat here. But I still hear them. I see you. I feel your presence. You will never be forgotten. I love you.
