Every once in a while, I think he's still here. I can't remember him leaving, so he must still be here, right?
Sometimes, I see things in a store that I would like to buy for him. Cookies. Golf tees. Suspenders. Great sweaters.
Every few months I find myself sitting in traffic on the freeway, and I'll talk to him as if he's right next to me and can hear me. This seems to be the most odd thing I do because in reality he was deaf and he wouldn't have been able to hear me.
I've had quite a few of those moments lately. I don't know why, but he's on my mind a lot these days.
I miss him, we all miss him. Just look at that genuine smile that my Gramma has on her face. That's not staged. That's no lie. There's no pose. I can't be sure, but I'm fairly certain that he whispered into her ear right before someone took this picture. I imagine he told her how much he loved her.
He passed over 8 years ago, but sometimes I can't remember him leaving.
You know that song, "Johnny and June?" (If you don't know it, look it up.)
Well, I change the words when I sing along to it in my car. I sing, "I wanna love like Don and Lou." Sheesh, I'm a sap. Part of me cannot believe I'm going to admit to that, but the other part of me doesn't care.