My Angel

Today I finished unpacking everything that William and I had left. Every picture, decoration, collection, and dish. It’s been so long since I’ve seen these things, especially since a lot of things were ruined in my last move. I really didn’t know what I had left.

I’m missing quite a bit, but I’m very grateful for what I have. So many wonderful memories. I have so much love and adoration for that man. Looking at his miniature collection of all kinds of things, cane collection, knife collection, he picked out each one. My coo coo clock that almost killed me the other day when the nailhead wasn’t big enough. That reminded me of when he first gave it to me and it fell on on my head.

I really want to hold him and ask him what he’d like to do tomorrow. Should we go out to a favorite restaurant, maybe with friends or I was thinking maybe just stay home. We could do whatever he wanted I really wouldn’t care. Dance on the table would be fine. We could even get out the blow up mattress. Very fun on hardwood floors.

Just one more night with my Angel…