Today is the anniversary of Paul's death. He has been dead six years today and it hardly seems possible that he's been gone that long.
It is sad to say that each year gets easier. Life goes on and today I was so involved with my excitement about the floor that until the report of the anniversary of Columbine showed in television, I had almost forgotten.
I hadn't really forgotten, of course. But I'm not feeling morose and weepy, as I have in some years. I suppose that's a healthy thing.
But I miss him very much.
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{{{Bev}}}
I feel for you Bev. This can't be easy.
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