How long have we been eating gyros? I went to our favorite gyro place tonight. I miss sharing this with you. It’s still good…but it’s not the same to enjoy it alone. For the last 3 years we couldn’t share any food anyway…except for that one Easter at Red Lobster…but that’s another story….
Your memory is everywhere, Mom. Even there. The guy behind the counter asked how you were doing — then he immediately remembered that you had died. He came around the counter to talk to me. It was so nice….you know I’ve always kinda had a crush on him right?
I remember when you had a car accident with him! How funny! For months he was so embarressed by that accident. You never did get a free dinner outta that did you?
He is such a nice man. He sounds like a great dad and husband. He asked about the boys — wanted to know if they were spending time with their dad even. He encouraged me to just keep loving my boys….he said that if any of my blood is in their veins, they will be great men of compassion and love.
Why is that whenever someone is kind to me, I cry?
I felt so foolish…but then again….I didn’t care…I’m a wounded heart…
Missing you as always….