It’s been 2 years my ole friend...
…we’ve painted walls that once wore your slobbery mark
...we've added a little guy, Oliver, to the nest
...and Yeay's taken over my office space full time
I think of you often...
Mostly when I'm walking Finn
...or on the occasion when you visit us in a beautiful sunset.
Can you hear the kids?
'Look...it's Henry. Henry is saying Hi. Hi Henry'
I sure hope their voices reach your ears -- as wrinkled and curled over as they were...
It's those times when I'm reminded again of the fabric of family...
...and how there's a hole in ours where you once were
That draft can bring in sad feelings of loss and wishful thinking of seeing you again.
It simultaneously provides a space for light to enter...
...and brings a warm reminder that you'll always be shining on us...and in us...
...until we meet again.
Miss you Buddy...
