We miss you and think of you often. Michelle, Cheri and I are running/walking a half marathon in Utah in a few weeks.

“Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we are - still. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way you always used. Put no difference into your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we always enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me - pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow in it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was - there is absolute unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind? Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near - just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again.” Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

Missing you.

"I Can’t Help Missing You So Much" written by Gail Mutterperl Missing you is something I feel every moment. It’s like a little piece of sadness That I carry around with me. When I stop what I am doing To take a moment to think of you, There is an emptiness That fills me up inside. But along with the sadness There are wonderful memories. And when I think of all the Special times we had, I can’t help but smile In spite of the sadness. It is then that I realize That I would rather Feel the pain of missing you Than lose a single memory Of you and me together.