Today is your birthday. The third since you died. But you have not aged. You will forever be 63.
We had a big snowstorm this past weekend. You and I would have had so much fun. It was the kind of snowstorm you and I dreamed about. Getting snowed in together for several days... pure bliss.
Getting snowed in alone... stinks. All I could think was how much you and I would have loved it. And how utterly empty it was alone.
I went to the cemetery today of course. Your headstone, our headstone, was completely covered with snow. Completely buried. Somehow that was profound.
I miss you so. I miss your wisdom, your guidance,, your presence. I miss us. Us was so easy, so natural, so perfect.
Birthday, my Kirkus, Birthday
You are always in my heart.
We all miss him dearly!
So precious! My heart and prayers go out to you.