I came across a t-shirt today that smelled like you had just taken it off. Funny how in an instant I can be transported into your arms, smelling your neck, feeling your touch...

And for the record -that shirt I'm keeping. Your shoes though - I had to move some of your shoes. And your pack is now in the basement along with your watch with the alarm that was set for 11:30pm that I would hear every night I was up late.

I still have waves of disbelief. They wash over me when I think nearly 8 months has passed. Where does the time go? Are you still watching over me? Can you feel me missing you right now? I miss you so much.

Crying is good. It's physical and soothing...