Happy Halloween

It was a busy night tonight! You would have loved all of the little kiddoes in their costumes. We had more tonight than we’ve had in a long time. It kept me busy until about 9:30, then reality set in again. I’m packing now to take you on your final journey home and really dreading this trip. I know it will be cold and feel so strange without you guiding me along the way (you know I always get turned around there). This will be a short trip, but a necessary one. We’ll get through this – somehow. Yeah, still missing you, like mad!

Hump Day

I stayed home today from work. I just didn’t have the energy to “put on the happy face” at work, and I will be damned if I am going to have 3 horrible days in a row (2 is my limit)! Stayed home and am starting to get ready for the trip to take you back home this weekend. A lot of family will be there – some I have never met. I’m sorry you won’t be able to share childhood stories with me about them. I always enjoyed your stories (and the devilish grin)! I am spending tonight getting ready for our trip and prepping the candy trough for the oodles of kids tomorrow night. Another first – my first Halloween without you in 32 years. The kids will miss your silly mask and funny questions. Our son played a new Eminem song for me today (I know, your favorite). When I told him that it was the music to an old Guess Who song, he asked “Who?!”, to which I replied “Guess Who!”. He didn’t get the joke – I had to explain it. You would have loved the diatribe! Some things never change, yet it is all different now (sigh). Happy Halloween Babe!

Same Pain, Different Day

Well, it is now day 47 since you left. It doesn’t seem much different than yesterday. The pain is the same and except for a calendar reminding me that it is Tuesday, October 29, 2013, I would think that it is just Monday all over again. I’m feeling a little angry today. Angry that you left me, angry that people don’t understand, and angry that I don’t understand!!! Yeah, the same pain, a different day. I can’t imagine the pain diminishing, but everyone says that it will. In a sick and twisted way, I don’t want the pain to lighten, because that will mean that it will be easier missing you. I can’t comprehend missing you being easy . . . ever. Missing your touch babe!