Sunday, September 20, 2009

I went camping this weekend with P. She slept in the spot where you would slept. She used your coffee cup. I drew the line at chairs....I used your old grey folding one.

It should be you I'm camping with....I'm still having a hard time not feeling guilty. I miss you baby...the way we would sit around the fire...talking, laughing, discussing the kids. Where are you? Can you hear me? Do you know how much I love and miss you?


2 comments:

Goodmood Masala said...

Hi Sven! I really feel for you. I know someone who lost his wife, his soulmate, three years ago. I don't think one ever gets 'over it' - I dislike the phrase. But I hope you, like he, can come to terms with what you have lost, and allow yourselves the chance to be happy again. It's easy for me to say. I have never been in your position, but I really hope this for you.

Goodmood Masala said...

Hi Sven! I really feel for you. I know someone who lost his wife, his soulmate, three years ago. I don't think one ever gets 'over it' - I dislike the phrase. But I hope you, like he, can come to terms with what you have lost, and allow yourselves the chance to be happy again. It's easy for me to say. I have never been in your position, but I really hope this for you.