It's been 12 years for me next Month. What I once thought I would never forget have faded gradually and slowly from my mind and my body. Unbelievably I can't imagine him holding me in bed any more. If I were newly widowed again, as painful as it might have been at the time, is I would write, describe all the tiny details, the emotions, things I took for granted would never leave me. That way in times like now, I could go back and reawaken that which I miss s much today. On a happier note, Jimmie loved bed to sing. It it takes no more than to hear one of his favorite songs and his voice, his smile, the he looked at me when he sang love songs to me all flood back into my mind. Such a good feeling. Thanks for encouraging me to remember and record.
