99th year on earth.
Too bad, there was room for 2 digits only.

I flew yesterday for the first time without you. Going to see our daughter and grandchildren. As I took off and I’m gazing out the window, with a stranger sitting beside me, I was alone. You should have been beside me. I thought of all our travels to various countries together. Such beautiful memories. I’m planning to go traveling next year with our daughter. Sure wish it was all three of us, sigh. I miss you. 6 months, 1 week has passed …

Under The Bleachers

He took me home one year to meet his family and to show me where he grew up.
We spent days and days exploring every corner of his childhood.
One afternoon we stopped by his old high school.
They’d closed it down years prior.
Forgotten.
Abandoned.

So of course we snuck in …

We explored room after room while he relived a hundred different memories. I loved watching his eyes light up as he spoke of a carefree youth, Friday night lights … and girls lol

As we walked out to what was once The Hornets football field, he pulled me under the bleachers … where we made out like a couple of teenagers.

A few years later while he was back home, he sent me a photograph of that same football field … and of the empty space where The Bleachers once stood.

They’d been torn down.

Up until then, I’d often wondered if that moment meant as much to him as it did me.

Clarification came in the form of that photo.

In some parallel universe, in some snippet of time, The Bleachers are still there.

And on a perfect summer afternoon, he and I are still together —
Listening to the wind blowing through the trees, the crickets chirping in the background, and the smell of freshly cut grass.

And he’s wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for that kiss … under The Bleachers.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Six months since I’ve held your hand for the last time — how I miss that. I was thinking about how we held hands every night while watching TV. I miss your touch!

Every Friday night, after a long week at our body shop, we would head out for dinner and karaoke at a hole-in-the-wall bar and grill. My husband and myself would meet with our closest friends for a night of fun. My husband’s go-to song was always the same: “People are Crazy” by Billy Currington.

The karaoke guy would announce us as ‘George and Company.’ We would all sing along with him — it was so much fun. Now that is one of my favorite songs and brings back so many good memories.

I can see him standing there with his cowboy hat and his long white beard, drinking his Coors Light while singing “God is great, beer is good and people are crazy”.

Miss you every day …
Te amo, my Nerd!!