I am still having a hard time. Don’t get me wrong, I am still living my life; that is what he would have wanted. But, there are still times that I just can’t wrap my mind around it. I mean, he’s gone. It’s hard to say the words.

But, there are also times that I feel a very calming sense of peace about it. I think about the last time I saw him; just the day before the accident. I remember telling him how good he looked. He was coy and abashed. But, I reiterated to him that he looked really good. And I meant it. He looked so happy. We had a really good talk, even though it was short. I look back on it now and I am just so grateful that I had that moment with him. It helps.