16 Weeks

Hi Sexy,

Another week has gone by and you still haven't walked back through the door... I know there's no possibility of that... but it doesn't stop me from stopping what I'm doing every time I hear a car pull in the driveway... worse yet I still hear the phone ring and expect it to be you... any wonder I broke down when I went to Bossman No. 1's home this afternoon to let the dog out... the last time I was there to take care of the dog you were with me... and it was a beautiful weekend in February... that ended with you getting the car stuck when you tried to get back out to the highway and Bossman, Jr. having to come and pull you out... you cursed the Tundra... but you loved the weekend... as did I... so it's no wonder that while I was scratching Tucker behind the ears I broke down... I'm not one to usually say life isn't fair and you know that, but this... THIS isn't fair.

We had so much ahead of us.

So many plans.

So much love to share.

So much left to do.

Luckily there wasn't ever much left unsaid... you were always great about that. I know you love me... I know you think I'm beautiful... and I know there was nobody else you'd rather spend your life... and though it's comforting... it doesn't take the pain away... it doesn't give us the time back... I can listen to your voicemail messages and still hear that you love me... but I can't pick up the phone just to let you know you're on my mind... to tell you how much I love you... or to just hear you breathe.

I love you Waddles. I miss you so much.

Love always,
Tara Ann