Feb 07

How I miss Bryon. If he were her he would be right beside me telling me I can do my exercises, I would not feel so all alone. Going through a broken hip really sucks and what sucks worse is that I am doing it alone. The kids come over, they help me or take me to the store but it is not the same.When it is time to do the third set of exercises it would be so nice to have someone to talk to, to take my hand, to just tell me everything will be alright. I can't sleep at night, I sit a my computer and around 12:30 I still expect to hear him pull in on his motorcycle.....then my world would be great. But all the waiting will not make it happen. I go out into the back yard and look at the moon, I talk to him and in my heart I hear his voice. I miss not having someone to share things with, to take my worries away, to laugh with me, to hold me when I cry.

I miss you PooterBear......behind the moon you wait.