313 weeks and 6 days . . .
72 months and 6 days . . .
6 years and 6 days . . .
It seems like he’s been gone forever . . .
It seems like he just left yesterday . . .
Rocky sometimes sits at the top of the stairs when we go to bed thinking that Daddy might come home in the middle of the night and he doesn’t want to miss him . . .
I still expect to see his car sitting on the street in front of The Little House when I come home from work . . .
There are three grandchildren that he’s never even met . . . but they are so much like him that we are sure he’s “seen” them somehow . . .
This year the anniversary of “the day” was on a Monday . . . and it was the Martin Luther King holiday . . . and I DREADED the day so much I took the day off from work expecting to stay at home . . . in bed . . . under the covers . . . wishing the day away . . .
But I got a beautiful invitation from my dear niece to go to lunch and go shoppping . . . how could I say no . . . so I got to spend the day with two of my nieces and my mom . . . shopping and laughing and enjoying the day . . .
The third week of January is still a rough week for me . . . and I’ll always dread January 20 . . . but for once it didn’t totally suck . . . maybe there’s hope for me yet.