I miss her

I continue to try to find a way to deal with what life has thrown me. Maybe this will help. however, not beign quite the voyeur others are, I fear someone close will take offense at what I might have to say. I know that is the risk you take keeping a public blog.... and I am not sure I can always take that risk, but here goes.

I miss her. I made terrible mistakes and even in the end she said some hurtful things that resonate in my mind, but nothing I ever did or decided was ever meant to hurt her. I had told her that but I am never sure she truly believed me. Despite all of that I miss her. I miss her everyday...especially now at the Holidays, her favorite time of year, even though distance and life kept us more often apart than together at Christmas, I always knew she loved me.

It was a year ago this week, the last time she spent a night in her own bed, although I doubt she remembers that night...she was sicker thant we thought. That Christmas night phone call describing how concerning Christmas day had been....

but still I miss her.