Saturday, May 7, 2011

A week without you

My dearest Pat,
I count the hours, the minutes the days waiting for you to walk in the door- waiting for you to text me or call me - waiting for a dance in the kitchen - waiting for a family walk with the dog. And, although I know you will not be doing any of these things with me again until I meet you in heaven, I dream of them and dream of you.
Around the world and back again

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