Weepy Week

This week is wrought with emotion.

Robert died 11 years ago on Friday. I miss his friendship. He was always behind me. I hope that I can someday find someone who will love me like he did.

I think about the girls. How lucky I am to have them in my life. They are only my step-daughters when I have to explain that I did not shove five down MY birth canal.

I think about my girls - who were  lucky enough to have a spare Dad.

I think about my extra Mom and the sister I gained through Karen.

I'm going nuts over my dream that woke me earlier this week that was about a letter I received from him....from Montana, no less. Realising the letter came from HIM (OK, that he actually wrote more than a paragraph) and that it was from all places, Montana,  woke me up. I didn't get to read what it said - I have no idea what his or my possibly made up/imagined  message said.

There was another "incident" this week that I would attribute to his presence. I acknowledged it at the time, but then forgot it. I can't remember it and I desperately want to.

I would have thought, like with other's passings, it would get easier. Sometimes it is. Sometimes not so much.

Robert, I loved you with all my heart. Your presence on this planet is missed by many. May your soul be at peace. May yours and my dear Mary watch over you.