Almost Three Months

I sat in your office today, going through your emails. It made me remember the last time I saw you in that room. No more death rattle. No more pain. Finally at peace.

The tears just started, and I couldn't stop them. It's been almost three months, but it still feels like it was yesterday. I paid the property taxes and the water bill, and put the computer back to sleep. It's like 40 degrees in your man cave/office.

I could hear your voice in my head, "The truck needs to get to the shop."

Yeah, yeah, I know, stop harping on me. The weather needs to lighten up first, and I need to have the desire to leave the house. Neither of those are coorperating.

I miss you so much.