Day Eight as a Widow

January 25 · 

Day 8 as a widow: sad thought of the day - My best friend is gone. If I want to go do something, my ready-and-able partner in crime is gone. If I need to talk about something or talk about the events of my day, my favorite listening ear is gone. When I want a laugh, my jokester is gone. When I want to cuddle up and be held, my favorite arms are gone. When I need to cry, my crying shoulder is gone. And no one can replace him.

January 25 · 

Love you forever, Jaybird