Cheers to you
342.
The number of days since I have heard you tell me you love me.
342 days ago we spoke for the last time. I can’t remember who won that game of rabbits, I can only remember reminding you that you could live anywhere including a tent, I also remember telling you they were finally going to give me a piece of paper confirming I was forever a buckeye.
332.
The number of days since anyone has heard you ask “what’s happenin’ ?”
This year we learned to be your voice for ourselves. That we had to be the “I think I can” in our own heads, that we had to remember life is fleeting and always has the unexpected.
Life is really scary, if we let it be. You were never one to not take a chance because it might be scary. In your late 50′s you changed your whole world and went to be a “ski bum”.
Sometimes I am just living life and I can swear you are with me. Maybe I am cooking dinner sometimes I am driving home from work, you were defiantly with all of us as we went down a mountain of ice. I hope that what comes next is peace and getting to be a calming presence in the lives of those we love as they figure out life.











