To the man who called me Kiddo or Sis- Ugh! It's only 7:30 this morning, and it's such a gloomy morning so far. I guess it's fitting as it fits my mood. Three years. Today marks three years since you've been gone, and everybody's world was turned upside down. Not literally everybody on the planet, but everyone who knew you was and still is deeply affected by your loss. There's still a shock factor that you're really gone. We all still miss you very, very much. What's that song by Diamond Rio? One More Day...I would love just one more day to see your face, hear your laughter and one of your corny dry jokes, and end the day with one of your famous bear hugs. The problem with that is that I know I'd be greedy and want another and then another and then another...I'm sure tears will flow down the cheeks of many who loved you and miss you so badly. I'm sure there will be moments of silence and reflection on the man you we...
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Dear Brother in Heaven, Happy 66th birthday! I only wish I could tell you to your face and hug you. I wish right now we were all out celebrating at some restaurant where they'd come by and put a hat on your head and serenade you while you protested, and we all laughed and, of course, put it all over social media. I'd give anything for one of your big bear hugs about now. I never in a million years ever dreamed that I wouldn't be delivering you birthday greetings to you here on Earth. I thought it would be years before I even thought about you leaving this life and starting your eternal journey in Heaven. I guess God had other plans. I really try to trust His judgement, but sometimes I wish He would check with me first, you know? haha Oh well....out of my control, which you know I HATE! However, it is what it is, and I/we have to make the best of it. It sure is hard, though, even harder than I could have ever imagined....
March 11, 2018 Around 7:30 or so am Sleepy, partially dreaming... The morning started the same as any other morning. Scoop! Clang! Scoop! Clang! Someone is feeding the dogs. Maybe it's Bruce. No, he's in the hospital. I don't want to think about that. Today's the day. 2:00 pm. Then it's up to God. ( But hasn't it been all this time?) Falling asleep again... Bruce is there in my dream. Scooting across the floor from the bedroom in which I reside 4 days a week, missing his right leg and left arm, he looks at me, says, "Excuse me," and scoots into the kitchen. I run into their bedroom, excitedly telling Janet, "Bruce is here! Bruce is here!" "Where?" she asks. "He went into the kitchen!" I tell her. I see her run into the entrance of the kitchen off the living room and get down on the floor with him, level with him so she can touch him, hug him, kiss him, hold on tig...