It’s been 6 months boy
…and even typing these words brings tears to my eyes
I still feel your presence
…and from time to time
I’ll close my eyes
Think deep
Breathe deep
…and smile, because I can still smell you
We keep your ashes close
Your Mom has them on the table next to her side of the bed
…and we know (and feel) that you’re still watching over us
I trace my fingers over the patterns on your box
It gives me strength
Reconnects me
…to what mattered most to you
And me
Family
I think you’d approve of our new pup Finn
…although I can imagine you nipping him in the arse
...and that makes me chuckle
His chest reminds me of yours
Big
Proud
…and I can’t help but see you in his eyes
The loyalty
The wisdom
…and sometimes a deep understanding
…almost sad
He’s found his protective bark
…and I know that’s your influence
Life in the theWAIREHOUSE is good
…and I want you to know
We’re in good hands boy
We miss you
…and think of you often
Keep shining on us.
