How in the world has it been nine years?
As I clipped the dozens of roses to make the ninth-year blanket for his grave, I could barely believe it had been this long since he died.
But, it has.
I've managed to fill the days and weeks and months with various things and went on living. His beautiful little girls have grown up to be lovely teenagers. His eldest daughter just got her first job. And I worry about her. She's so lovely. I worry about all the things I do believe Chad would have worried about had he lived to watch them grow up.
Abby plays his trumpet now. She's doing very well in middle-school band-- so well that her teacher said if she keeps it up, she'll be in the high school band. Same thing happened to her dad. He could have gotten a scholarship to college. Sigh. so many memories.
He'd be so proud of his beautiful girls. Brooklyn sings in the church worship band. She teaches kids about Jesus.
They both love life, people, and God. They miss him. Still.
As do I. Life goes on. But it is not the same. It never will be. I miss his laughter and jokes and funny stories. I miss his long thoughtful, introspective conversations about life and living. I miss hanging out with him. I miss all of him. And no, life is not fair. It's not fair at all.
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