I am glad that my FIL lives next door - he is the real deal.
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Just a quick note. I woke up stupid early today. Started to get sad...just missing him. Thinking how things are "supposed" to be (HAH!) I just wanted him to hold me, not say anything...just feel his arms again, hear his heartbeat, breathe him in.
I got up and looked at his picture. And I stopped crying.
I used to know every wrinkle on his face, practically every freckle on this red-haired man.
It has been so long....
Now, I just see a man. Someone I used to know.
Its strange that the feelings I have don't seem as linked to who he was on the outside...I thought it was for who he was on the inside. But, maybe not even to who HE really was, but some version of him that I carried inside me...?
