1 Decade down, how many more to go?

Faced my 10 year mark last month.  So I sat and thought …. 1 Decade, or 10 years, or 120 months, 520 weeks or 3653 days.  ??? What does it matter really?

I took about 10 minutes just to crap him out.  Yes, I am pissed off that he died.  Ok, at times, this isn’t constant.  I miss him, but this also isn’t a constant.  Do I need him? Some times for than others.  And do I love him?  Most definitely, absolutely, certainly, positively, unquestionably,  without a doubt, undeniably YES. 

So my most wonderful brain bubble was that no matter how much time goes by, no matter what experiences I go through, and believe me it’s been a helluva decade, I know that I will love him until the day I die and beyond. 

I’ve come to the realization that even though I smile and laugh and have fun, sometimes I think of him and wonder what it would have been like for him to hear that joke, go on that ride, experience this or THAT J. 

‘You live in a little place inside my heart  and every so often I hear an echo, feel a memory, and remember your constant smile’

By murphysmadhouse

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