8 weeks tomorrow..truly is a lifetime

Let me tell you, 8 weeks can feel like an entire lifetime. Another milestone I never wanted to cross.

This photo was taken 15 years ago. J.W. had just turned 17. He didn't like "devil horns" so he was holding up "feathers". Turkey feathers.  The pillow on the chair was a Christmas gift from him. He knew I liked pillows and teacups. I still treasure it.

The pillow above is one that I made for myself. J.W. loved the pillows embroidered with "there is no place like home unless it is...the stockings with "my other stocking is in... and the pillows with "my other chateau is in France".  I believe he is looking down and smiling at this pillow.  He was my biggest champion. 

8 weeks. I miss his smile, his sense of humor, the non stop texts and phone calls, the hugs.

I just miss.

I'm keeping comments disabled because when I start to read them, I cry. 

Thank you for indulging me.

XOXO