The Stars...

I used to look up into the night sky and wonder if Jim was sharing the same view on his way into work...

Now I look up at the stars and I look for him.

Maybe one day I'll be able to look up, night or day, without crying. Today isn't that day.

I came back in from looking at the stars tonight and literally couldn't put one foot in front of the other. It was physically impossible. So there I stood. In the middle of our lonely front room.

I miss him. I miss him more and more with each passing moment. Recordings of his voice just aren't the same. Pictures, while nice to have, don't replace his laughter.


I love you, Babe. Wherever you are up there... I love you.