Dearest Michael~
"Hey, honey, it's me"...I'm realizing now that when I check my messages at work, I hold my breath because when you were here with me, 9 times out of 10, there would be a message from you, maybe even several times a day, and it always started with "hey, honey, its me"...and I find myself thinking that you just might be on the other end...and I then I realize you won't be and for a fleeting moment I feel like I'm going to be sick and then I close my eyes and try to recapture your voice and I can't get it...I can't get a lot of things these days...the sound of your voice, our last real conversation, what our last words were to each other...what your touch felt like...what it was like to walk in to your arms and be held against that big strong chest...thirty-three years together and after 10 weeks I can't remember your voice, your scent, your touch...I miss you, Michael, I miss you so much...
Forever love,
Karen
Take, O Lord, and receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding and my will; all that I have and possess. You have given them to me; to you, O Lord, I restore them. All things are yours: Dispose of them according to your will. Give me your love and your grace; for this is enough for me.
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