One year ago, almost to this minute, Jan died in my arms. Her death has been heavy on my mind these past few days. As you can see, I'm doing well and enjoying The Best of What's Left. But, that day and that moment is never far from my mind.
For all my travels, all my experiences and all my friends my only wish is that she could have been along for the ride. Everything I experience has a certain emptiness, because my first thought is always, "Wait 'til Jan hears this!"
Allow me this instance to say, Jan, I'm OK. But, it still feels like you're only away at a conference and will be back soon. I love you.
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