Today is that horrible date that I can't forget. The day that you were gone, nine years ago. It feels like yesterday, yet it feels like a long time.
I had a dream the other night that you were telling me that you were thinking of moving to New Jersey. When I was waking up (half awake), I thought, "Well, where does she live now?" That's because part of me always feels like you must just be living somewhere else, that you can't possibly be gone.
It still hurts too much, after all these years. I guess that's why I have trouble believing it. It just doesn't seem right.
Snow is here already, and the photo above makes me think of when you were so happy to see the snow that time when you came home for a visit. I wish you could visit. No, I wish you could come back and stay.
We just miss you, always.
Love,
Chris