It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Doesn’t mean that I’m not thinking about him or our life together. Today old memories are poking at me. I think it’s the time of the year. He loved the spring. He would be planning our garden. The time trials in Indy were about the same time we would be thinking about what to grow in our garden. The tulips would be blooming alongside the house, and the crab apple tree would be beautiful as always. I miss those days, it’s almost like I can touch them but they are just out of my reach. In just a matter of weeks the fair would be on in Middletown. That was the highlight of our summer growing up. The one thing we all looked forward to. I could sit on the steps of our house growing up and listen to all the sounds coming from the rides. That’s where I first saw Troy when I was 16. I was with some friends and we passed him. I wanted so much to meet him. I eventually did and the rest is history. That seems so long ago, I guess it was. I love my memories. They take me back to a time when everything wasn’t so complicated. I miss walking the streets of that little town and having all the guys honk at you. Meeting everyone at the park and standing around talking and laughing. I didn’t realize that those were the best times. I find so much comfort in my memories…….
Jane is a Widow 