One month on and if I missed you any more I’d break down and cry. If I felt any less, the guilt would destroy me. Just wanted to drop a line to let you know that we’re still here if you need us; that you’ll remain forever heavy on our hearts and in our minds. As if you didn’t know.
I look forward to the next time pop up in some random dream. Perhaps I’ll have lost my way, or perhaps you’ll offer a grin when I need it most. Meanwhile, I don’t know…movies, music, and beer, I suppose. Share what we can with the kids and hope for the best, right?
What can we do but keep on keepin on?
Cheers, good buddy.