it doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you.
There is not a day, and most moments that pass in any given day, that you are not at the forefront of my thoughts. I think of you when I see your photo in the bathroom, or the dozens I have throughout the house with your little girls tagging along after you. I think of you when I twirl the ring on my finger that I gave to you and you once wore.
Brooklyn once asked me why I wear it. I told her because it makes me feel good to have something you wore on my finger. I asked her if it bothered her if I wore her daddy's ring. She cuddled into me and whispered, "No." I think it makes her feel good that I remember you and don't forget the joy you brought us all. I know it makes me feel good when others remember some special thing about you and share it with me. So I'm probably right about Brooklyn. She talks about you all the time when we are together.
The last time we were together she was drawing flowers in her notebook. She told me when she grows up she wants to marry someone like you. A man who loves Jesus and has a big heart. I asked her what she meant about a big heart. She said, "Daddy always was helping people, doing things for them. Like fixing their houses and stuff. It didn't matter who they were. And he helped people who didn't have things." I know she was talking about all the times you helped folks like Big Rick whose house burned out and Brian who needed help tiling his bathroom. And all the other times you stopped to help folks when it made you late for something. I'm just glad she wants someone who loves Jesus and has a big heart. You gave her so much. You gave us all so much. I love you, son. Momma