It has been almost a year now that you left us. The empty space that was once you is vast. The loneliness for your companionship is immeasurable. I miss you and think of you every day. We had a family camping trip to Fort Stevens; you were not there to build the fires or chase after your nephew, Sal, as he was learning to ride a 2 wheeler. Time is supposed to heal – make bearing the loss easier – it doesn’t. I have to learn to live with the loss, like a person who loses a limb. One learns to get by, laugh, do well, but no matter what - you are never whole or quite the same. OK – just not the same.
I can feel your presence from time to time. Thank you for that. I am so thankful that you left us some recordings of your music, it too gives comfort. I know you are at peace among the stars and angels in the sky. I look up frequently and imagine your smile as you once were, smoking your pipe, sitting by a campfire, guitar and beer close at hand….
Love,
mom
