Two years, and yet the tears still fall like a cold rain. Two years, and I still want to pick up the phone and call to talk. Two years and I still instinctivly think “Dave will love to hear about ____”
I miss you Dave.
Two years, and yet the tears still fall like a cold rain. Two years, and I still want to pick up the phone and call to talk. Two years and I still instinctivly think “Dave will love to hear about ____”
I miss you Dave.
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Two years and I still instinctivly think “Dave will love to hear about ____”
You know…..whenever you think he’d love to hear about something…..he probably already knows and is smiling because he did love it.
A couple nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night, remembered that this day was coming, and reflected on my time knowing him. I wasn’t nearly as close to him as you were and still have this happen. He’s hardly been forgotten. He is still missed. Hugs to you John.
I wish we could have known him.
{{hugs}}