Trying something new...an open blog to Daniel
Daniel, you’ve been gone 3 years and 1 week. And this is the first thing of significance I’ve written since then. Not even sure that I feel ready to write this now (or ultimately how significant it will be)…but I’ve got to try something. I had the idea last night, when I woke up from a dead sleep with a pounding heart and racing mind at 3am. As I sat in the darkness, cuddling Gibbons as much as he would let me, I thought to myself I would give anything just to talk to you about my day. To hear you commiserate over my sadness, rejoice at our moments of joy, and tell me that everything’s going to be just fine even when I don’t feel it will be. So many things happen over the course of any given 24 hours that have my hand itching to grab a phone and call you on a Heavenly number I don’t have. So I decided to start a record…a written log of the things I would tell you had you not been taken from us so soon. Maybe I’ll feel like you hear me. Maybe even if I...