I can’t believe it has been two weeks since your passing. In some ways it seems like just yesterday and in others it seems forever ago. Our pain doesn’t seem any easier but we have are learning to just live with it. You are still talked about daily, but that’s to be expected considering how much of our life you were involved in. We still cling to your memory and speak like your still walking with us, I know its probably stupid but it seems to help us get by. Your memory haunts us, we can hear you laugh, your voice so loudly in our ears. At first it bothered me but now I find some comfort in it. The boys miss you and often bring you up as if they to are waking from a bad dream. I wish you could see how loved you were. How many people your passing has left holes in. You always thought you weren’t loved by people, oh how wrong you were. I can see you throwing up your arms exhaling and saying “now, after all this time”. We hear and find out something new about you everyday it seems. You never stop amazing me with what all you were into. We still are adjusting to the this new “normal” but it still sucks. I know you would want us to carry on so we will carry on with you in our heart.