Let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart...Galatians 6:9

Dearest Michael~

Today I went up to the attic to get some summer things down to take on my trip...and I had to talk myself thru it because your stuff is boxed in with mine and every where I looked, there you were...your pink shirt that you wore in honor of Allison, and you were always so proud to say you were in touch with your feminine side...your cargo shorts that you always looked so good in and rarely wore...your "inside the fence" t-shirts, all ratty and splattered with paint or food...every where I looked there you were...but I did OK...I got thru the boxes to the few things that I needed (or could fit into is more like it) and closed up the attic...and then when I went to walk down the street I put on your green fleece and I could smell you...and I lost it...all the hard work keeping the tears at bay in the attic was all for naught as I inhaled the scent of you that is still on your fleece...the one you wore to all the treatments...the one you were most comfortable in...the one that I still wear to feel you close to me...I miss you...I miss inhaling your scent...I miss you!

Forever love,
Karen

Make me strong in spirit,
Courageous in action,
Gentle of heart,

Let me act in wisdom,
Conquer my fear and doubt,
Discover my own hidden gifts,

Meet others with compassion,
Be a source of healing energies,
And face each day with hope and joy.