Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Jim's Birthday.

Jim would have been fifty-eight today. We would have gone to dinner at Red Lobster or somewhere, with the girls and their guys. He would have had a Caesar salad, a broiled lobster tail and a couple of Bloody Marys; he would have been witty and conversational, and a good time would have been had by all.

I still miss him so much. I miss his laugh, his snoring, his endearing way of banging about in the kitchen when he couldn't find something...

There are many times when I find myself telling things to the cats--things way too trivial to put out here--that I would have told him. Even after

618 days,

Or 1 year, 8 months, 9 days;

* 53,395,200 seconds
* 889,920 minutes
* 14,832 hours
* 88 weeks (rounded down)

I still miss him.


  1. I can only imagine the yearning you have for his physical presence in your life again. I wish this wasn't your reality.

  2. I feel like a shell of my former self.

  3. OH Ronni...my heart goes out to you. ((HUGS))

  4. And always will.

    Your note so fabulously celebrated the day!! I know it must be tough.

  5. I don't know what to say.

    You know if I had magical words, I would sure use them!

  6. Go do it for him! (it works for some people)

    Seriously, I dont know what to say except that I am thinking of you.

  7. here's a wish for jim on his birthday
    that he has found some peace...

    and a wish for you, ronni, that you will know how much you are treasured by me.

  8. I identify with your words and wish I could do more than send a cyber-hug, but here it is: (((HUG)))


  9. Ronni, I'm sorry you had a tough day but I sure understand it. Sending you hugs my friend.


  10. He had a great smile. I am sorry, Ronni.

    Courtney (gregcourtney@cox.net)

  11. Me too. Birthdays are not the same anymore

  12. Oh, Betty! I should have called you! I'm so sorry...I get so bogged down in my own feelings that I forget about others'.