The other night at Charlieâ€™s party, I looked down and this women was wearing the same work boots that Jeff wore for so long.
When I saw them a pang just ran through me. I missed him done to my core.
Lately, I have been hit by these pangs of loss. That other night in the garden, when I smelled the flowers and couldnâ€™t wait to tell my mother and for a few long moments I believed that I could, and that overwhelming feeling of sadness when I realized that I couldnâ€™t.