Gracious, in December it will be seven years since you left. I still miss you a lot. I've gotten on with my life, as you would have wanted me to do. I've gotten a couple of hints from some widow ladies, but, well, you and I are still married.
Things are going good, as good as they can be with you not here to keep us straight. You'd be so proud of your daughter. She's moving up the corporate ladder. And Sara, your granddaughter is now a woman, a drop-dead gorgeous woman. Your grandson is exercising good judgment and assuring his future. The grand kids I brought into our marriage are – well, you know, also exceptional.
The Soup Kitchen you started at the church is still dispensing lots of good food each week. There's a stained glass window in the back of the sanctuary, put installed in your memory, that reminds me of you ever Sunday when I preach.
I'm posting this on the QP Blog so I don't want to get too mushy. But I do miss you. And I do love you. And now that you're gone I'm so powerfully aware of the difference you made in the lives of so many, especially me.
Anyway, Happy Birthday, Ms. Parson. In your honor I'll be enjoying a little Crown Royal before I retire tonight.
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