This poem is inspired by a poem in one of Bryon’s favorite movies.
I miss that you didn’t take life too seriously,
that you just didn’t care.
I miss arguing with you about stupid stuff,
like the length of your hair,
I miss being annoyed by all the sports on TV,
I miss our conversations,
even the ones about poop and pee,
I miss that you planned our vacations,
though you always gave me a say,
I miss that you kept me safe,
and always assured me that everything would be okay,
I miss that you would always make me laugh,
whenever I was mad,
I miss that our daughter will never know her Dad,
I miss that you would always steal my pillow,
I miss that you are not here and I am all alone.
I wish you were here,
so I didn’t have to be a fucking widow.
I’m so sorry you’re having to live through this nightmare. The poem is beautiful. I also would be loved him planning the vacations. I hate that task. Sending you a big hug and your sweet daughter too.
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Me too. I am usually a person who wings it and then I never get to see all that I wanted to. Bryon was awesome at planning trips. He’d incorporate what we both wanted to do as well as a few things he really wanted to do and a few things I really wanted to do. He even planned it down to Google maps with driving distances.
And thanks for the big hug ❤
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Hugs Kerry.
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Thanks Jessica ❤
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