Saturday, August 31, 2013

Talking To Myself

Before I was a, that sounds lonely. When Steve was alive, we would talk at night about our day. So, all day I would mentally store up stories. Maybe I hit all the lights green driving John Deere Road to work, or my co-workers and I had a good laugh about something. Sometimes I'd think of so many things I wanted to be sure and tell Steve, I'd make a list.

So now, I still think several times a day, how I'm going to tell him something. What do people do who go home to an empty house? What fun is that if there is no one to tell stuff to? Hitting all the lights green on John Deere road is huge!

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