I can't believe that it has been so long since I posted to this blog about you. I continue to think about you every day - although the pain of your absence isn't as acute as it was. I had a shrimp cocktail on Thursday and thought of you; I had a Glenlivet this evening and thought about us -- the fist thing I did every Sunday evening when we got together. The thing that is missing is the pasta or the oysters that we would have after the sex.
I miss you every day.
Baby, I can't believe that it has been two years since you died on Christmas day. I think about you every day and know that I will never get over your being absent from my life.
As you know, from wherever you are, this has been a very difficult year since the end of October. S. has been sick and almost 70 days in the hospital. The stress has been been overwhelming.
The last time this happened I had you to come home to. I could cuddle in your arms and drift off to sleep
Babe - I put a dozen roses on your grave yesterday. They were beautiful and I wish you were here to enjoy them. I've been missing you more than usual the last couple of days.
Tonight should be our weekly snuggle session - plus it is my birthday this week and you are supposed to be here to give me my birthday loving as well.
My heart is so heavy in missing you. It's been a year and a half and I think of you every day -- not every minute as I have done but you are never
Hi, babe. I'm in New Orleans for a conference. All I can do is think about how much we enjoyed being here together. I ate at our favorite oyster bar last night. I didn't have oysters on the half shell -- I guess it isn't the same without you to help eat them but I did have the fried oysters. They were good -- I know you would have enjoyed them.
I didn't go to the bars like we used to. I thought about it and even walked by Oz and The Corner Pocket but didn't go in. I think that steam