I miss you.
I can’t help it. Twenty three years was not long enough to spend with you. I sometimes feel we were just getting started. We had so much more to do. So many things left undone.
I really wanted us to drive our Mustangs to a show together. That would have been a sight. Me in my ’65 Fastback, you in your ’69 Mach. I still plan on taking both to a show once. I’ll just have to have someone else drive one of them. In your memory. I know Cullan would love to.
I have that shelf on the wall yet. You know the one – we bought it at Goodwill. It will stay there.
I remember that day when I found it. We looked at it. You read it out loud to me. We stood in the store hugging and crying. When we got home, I hung it up as fast as I could in a place where I knew we would see it every day.
You only got to see it about a year.
I still look at it every day.
I do wish I had met you back when I was 17. I think we would have had the same stormy relationship we did, but I wouldn’t change our life together for all the money in the world. I couldn’t breathe when you weren’t with me. Even when you were having your trouble and we weren’t together. We were meant to be together for as long as we were.
I loved you more than words can say. I still do.
But it’s time for me to move on now. I finally feel it.
I already know I have your blessing, hon.
Thank you for that.