Visiting Colorado and so many places that I saw with Dwight took me down memory lane. So many damn good memories. At one point, we were at the pull off across from Hays Creek Falls and I watched Parker throw rocks into the water. He was standing in the exact same spot where his Poppy had fished eight years ago. Eight years ago. A lifetime away. Where cancer was something we read about and dreams for our future were real and possible. I had to walk away. The pain was just too much. Sometimes I just hate living without him. I know this is a road that I have to travel and he'll be waiting to welcome me. I know I'm needed here. I know that I am loved and he was too, but this learning to live again is hard.
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