It's been six months since I've heard his voice even longer since I've heard his laugh. There are times when I cry and times when I scream but most of the time I wish he could see the grand kids growing and that he could share some of this wonderful thing called life with me. I miss his help, the way he knew what I needed oftentimes before I did. I miss our adventures. Some one said it best when they said he didn't get the retirement that he deserved. He didn't. He deserved so much more. I'm so proud of the way the kids have come together. All four of them do their best to take care of each other, Ralph, and me. They share a common loss and an uncommon love. I tell myself it will get better but what I really believe is that I'll learn to accept his death. That I will find my way.
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