And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
--Abraham Lincoln
It's been four years & I don't know what I miss the most. His touch, laughter, strength, humor, love, kindness, words, kisses, hands, hugs, funny business, wisdom, phone calls, smelly fish, stinky socks, clothes on the floor, snoring, or his voice. Every minute of every day, I just miss him so darn much.
Oh, I am sorry! This is the first picture I have seen of Joe besides the family picture on your wall. He looks like a great guy, and from everything you have told me about him, you were a lucky girl, even if he did feed hobos on Pigs Hill!
ReplyDeleteI am sorry.
ReplyDelete-farrah
You are so eloquent. I know exactly what you mean. You honor his memory with such grace, I am in awe.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing. XOXOXO