I haven’t written for a while. I’ve been in a funky kind of mood. As it got closer to Troy’s birthday, I became more teary eyed. God, I miss him so much. I want him back so much. But he’s not coming back, I have to keep telling myself that. No matter how much I want him back, he’s not coming back. And now I am in that time of year when we took our last vacation together, went to the beach. He picked the place out, I think he knew he was very sick. I mentioned going to Vegas and he said let’s go to the beach. I think he wanted to see the beauty that only comes from the ocean. We would sit on the balcony every night and watch the waves crashing and the sun going down. We would walk through John’s Pass and stop in at all the little shops. It rained a lot when we were there but the ocean was still beautiful. I’m glad he picked our last vacation together. God, I miss him so much……..
Jane is a Widow 