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.
I can only imagine the yearning you have for his physical presence in your life again. I wish this wasn't your reality.
ReplyDeleteI feel like a shell of my former self.
ReplyDeleteOH Ronni...my heart goes out to you. ((HUGS))
ReplyDeleteAnd always will.
ReplyDeleteYour note so fabulously celebrated the day!! I know it must be tough.
I don't know what to say.
ReplyDeleteYou know if I had magical words, I would sure use them!
Go do it for him! (it works for some people)
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I dont know what to say except that I am thinking of you.
here's a wish for jim on his birthday
ReplyDeletethat he has found some peace...
and a wish for you, ronni, that you will know how much you are treasured by me.
I identify with your words and wish I could do more than send a cyber-hug, but here it is: (((HUG)))
ReplyDeleteLove,
Stella
Ronni, I'm sorry you had a tough day but I sure understand it. Sending you hugs my friend.
ReplyDelete((((hugs))))
He had a great smile. I am sorry, Ronni.
ReplyDeleteCourtney (gregcourtney@cox.net)
Me too. Birthdays are not the same anymore
ReplyDeleteOh, Betty! I should have called you! I'm so sorry...I get so bogged down in my own feelings that I forget about others'.
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