Un-happy Anniversary, Sweetie Still Missing You – January 23 rd , 2011 Sean, It's been 365 days since you left earth and I'm still missing you. A whole year without my right arm. A whole year without the one who could make things right. A whole year without the one who chose me to be wife and mother. A whole year without the one who knew me best and loved me anyway. A whole year. I'm still missing you. I need you: Hovering above a heaping bowl of cereal each morning. Holding our children in your arms. Retreating to the basement to finish a project. Telling me how proud you are of me, of us. Giving our children a bath at night when I'm too tired for the task. Shoveling for an hour, twice a day, when the snow won't stop. Laughing at me and with me. Making me laugh. Pitching our tent trailer. Raising our son to be a man. Mowing the grass. Raising our daughter to be a lady. ...
When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home. - Erma Bombeck