thirteen years ago. Some days, it seems as though it was yesterday, and others - a life time ago. The time
is basically immeasurable when it comes to your loved one leaving. I think about this with my Mother and her grief of
my Father passing. She talks of a broken heart and she wants it repaired! Wants him BACK! Wants life to
basically be the way it use to be. I ache for her for I know the truth. The truth is that your journey after a
person has passed is your own. People do grieve with you, or for their own loss, but it is not the same.
As I write this my eyes fill with tears for the (a second ago) memory of my life with George. Was it yesterday? Did I dream it? It was yesterday in my heart. In the knot in my throat. In my eyes, heart, and soul. My GUT.
I then turn my thoughts to my Father. Today, was also the day he entered hospice one year ago today. Tough memories all around today. I love this photograph of George that I will place below. He definitely had a PRESENCE about him that
made my stomach get excited, and my lips smile. A twinkle in his eye. A strong-ness that protected me.
I miss you George Fix! You will be remembered for my lifetime…