Thursday, April 11, 2019
The number 11
Despite, after 11 years I'm doing well. It's been such a long haul. I miss Jim daily and speak to him all the time, I tell him I miss him and wish he were here. I've learned to pull myself out of the "I miss Jim" doldrums and simply cherish the memories and love talking to others about him. I love when I see signs from him, his way of saying, " I'm right here, Mom! I love when I see him in my dreams and especially love seeing bits of him in each of my grand kids; and, I love how much they love an uncle they barely or never knew.
So much has changed in 11 years, so much Jim has missed.
I miss you Jim. You are so loved. Keep sending me signs that you are there....they keep me going.