This should be a Wordless Wednesday, but I have too many words today. So, a caption.
I still can’t believe I can’t talk to you one more time. If only I could have one more chance to speak to you, to tell you everything that has happened these last 21 months. To ask you so many questions: get your guidance, your advice, your reassurance. Tell you we miss you, tell you we love you, tell you how much you mean to me and all of the sweet whispers of love I wish I had uttered that last night. What I would give for one more talk, one more chance to hear your voice. But it can’t happen. So I write. And I talk in the shower, and in my sleep, and in my dreams. Always.