Yesterday was a hard day. Dennis would have been 65. He has been gone two years and ten days. I remember the night he was born. I spent part of the afternoon scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees and we had spaghetti for dinner. He was born just before midnight. I had never held a baby before, never changed a diaper or fixed a bottle. Love at first sight. Every once in a while his birthday would coincide with Father's Day.
He loved living in the desert or small towns. Him with his wind sailer.
We miss him.
4 comments:
Love to you both on a difficult day.
A lot of sadness for you; I am so sorry.
No parent should out live child... Let alone twice. They are remembered.
Thank you.
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