I’d like to think I was…..

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….and still am….although there are days I wonder. I know Nick was. He was a force to be reckoned with most days.

I’m trying to get my mind made up about parking the Escape in my garage. However, I have tenants in my garage. And they are not nice ones. So I need to get a few things straight to make them want to move out. And fast. I also have to find the keys to my basement door. Ugh.

Last night, I went out to the garage to find the overhead door remote and look over all the stuff in there again. Just to see what’s what. I’m wondering about renting a dumpster. Ugh

Oh the memories that flooded back. I’m walking around looking at the stuff and run across his coveralls again. I held them close, hugging them, seeing him in them. And it’s all I can do to breathe. I could smell him on the clothes, I could see the last time I remember him wearing them…..

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Some things are getting easier with time.

And some are not.

I could smell ‘car’ on me when I got back into the house.

You know how powerful aromas are for bringing back memories???

Ya, it was like that. And that’s OK. I just wish his hand wouldn’t clutch my heart so tight sometimes.

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5 Responses to I’d like to think I was…..

  1. fredrieka says:

    Breath in hold the memories

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  2. Mary Lawry says:

    His hand is gentle Sue, in time you will know this. It’s the lose of his physical presence that grabs so hard. Those I love who are gone from the ‘here and now’ .. sometimes the hurt is overwhelming, then all the love we shared comes flooding in and no more heavy hurt. Prayers and hugs to you my friend.

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