Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life. ~Albert Einstein
While I move on with my life, the everyday routines creeping back in, I think of him.
How he would call on a Sunday while I was at work, because he forgot, and I would talk to him anyway.
How he would run by with pastries for the kids, even though I told him we didn't want any, and I would take them anyway.
How I would run by the house and walk in the door and he would be sleeping in his chair.
So much has changed in these few weeks, including being able to walk in that door.
I miss the comfort of my home and my family, but, that has been lost with him.
Things will never be the same, and relationships will never be repaired. Rumors will never be squelched. People will never know the truth, and never care that they don't know the truth.
Lives have been changed forever.
I have begun to move on, but I will never forget.
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