The porch French doors, the last “project” we did together.
I always feel you, I know you are still here
with me, maybe just comforting me or waiting for me…at least that is what it feels
like. Sometimes it is so real that I can
almost hear you rummaging around in the kitchen early in the morning making
coffee, putzing around on the porch or just rustling on your bed covers as you
read. Last week when I went to
replace the filter in the new AC system, I think I heard you laughing when I
could not figure it out. You are here with me and even though I try to get out more, it just feels so much better to
be home and close to you.
"Listen to Your Heart" Roxette
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