Dear David,
I continue to shout out from my rooftop how much I will always miss and love you.
Six years is a long time and I realize my grief will be forever.
I have so much to talk with you about. I know you can hear me in my thoughts, writings, and in my dreams.
I miss our conversations. Funny. Sexy. Serious. Off the wall. Melancholy. Reflective. Longing.
No one will ever replace you.
A good friend of yours gave me this red velvet bag to hold onto in your memory. It’s sacred and so important to me. Grateful to have it.
I’m having a hard time without you. Ongoing...
I know you are around me to sense this. There is comfort in knowing we will be together in heaven one day.
Love, Shelley
