 Last week it was five months since Cecil died and I went back to work after the summer break.  If you would see me, you would think I am doing well because I am able to look well.....and often I am able to feel well....but, at times, it is only a facade.  His chair is empty and my heart is empty.  Today I miss him  beyond words.
 Last week it was five months since Cecil died and I went back to work after the summer break.  If you would see me, you would think I am doing well because I am able to look well.....and often I am able to feel well....but, at times, it is only a facade.  His chair is empty and my heart is empty.  Today I miss him  beyond words. Saturday, August 18, 2007
Cec's Fishing Chair on Houseboat
 Last week it was five months since Cecil died and I went back to work after the summer break.  If you would see me, you would think I am doing well because I am able to look well.....and often I am able to feel well....but, at times, it is only a facade.  His chair is empty and my heart is empty.  Today I miss him  beyond words.
 Last week it was five months since Cecil died and I went back to work after the summer break.  If you would see me, you would think I am doing well because I am able to look well.....and often I am able to feel well....but, at times, it is only a facade.  His chair is empty and my heart is empty.  Today I miss him  beyond words. 
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