I miss you every day. Every day. Some days more intensely than others. Tonight is one of those nights. I miss your touch. I miss your smile. I miss your hugs. And your kisses. I miss your soft skin.
I actually thought you were outside with me on Sunday when I was working on the new float for the pond. It was weird…I could have sworn that a shadow passed over my work area, and I quickly looked up to see who it was and of course no one was there.
As I came to terms that no one was there, I looked over at the flat rock at the other pond and remembered taking the picture of you and Jean sitting there one evening, a long time ago, after her birthday dinner.
I love you, Sheila….I hope you’re at peace….
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