9 Years, 9 Long Years to be exact
This November it will be 9 years since Nick was taken from me. I can't believe it's been that long. I got a call from his parents today which made me think of him. They had asked me how I was doing, how my children are, etc. I must go see them before I leave. I remember it being so hard to even walk into that house after he left. The pain of seeing his pictures and his room, even his parents. It used to be so hard to drive down his street without tears falling. To this day I miss him, but not in the obsessed kind of way. Also, while I've been packing I ran across two shoeboxes full of pictures of him, his family, us, etc. I laughed and sniffed going through them and the memories. I must also go see his grave before I leave. Put some flowers and a picture on it as I used to do. Those were some good memories. I miss you Nick, and I hope to see you again soon.