It's the day after the second anniversary of your death. I thought of you throughout the day yesterday, and did not think to write here. I will make it my loving task to visit more often and to add photos to this modest shrine. The heaviest storms of grief over losing you seem to have past, but intense, brief downpours still arrive, usually with no warning. So be it. I welcome the memories and the feelings that accompany them. If you're on some plane of existence where you have influence, would you direct the powers that be to send more dreams of you my way?
So often when I see something I know you would like or music you would enjoy, I almost reflexively turn to my side to share the moment with you. Oh, honey, this life is so mysterious and often strange; made all the more so by your physical absence. To be sure, you're never far from my thoughts, heart and soul. I miss you so much it's incomprehensible.
I love you now and forever,