BJ,
It’s almost 48 hours since your accident, and I still want to cry when I think of you. But it’s better than yesterday. Sometimes I think you are there in the shadows talking to me like you always did. Then the tears start to well up, little buddy.
I pray that you went to the Lord with no pain or suffering. You’re not suffering now. Sometimes I start thinking it was my fault; that there was something I did to cause your accident. God tells me I didn’t, but it’s hard to shake that feeling.
I dread going home right now because I know you are not there to greet me like you did. I long for your caresses and kitty baths you gave me.
I wish I knew why you died but it is beyond my understanding.
It supposed to get easier and I guess it is;
it’s not much easier though.
I still miss you terribly,
Rich |