Site recovered

Finally, I can write. My site was hacked in November and I am finally able to restore it and gain control. I was not able to log-in and add any content.

I hope your are doing well and not adversely affected by the cold weather.

It seems strange to not send you a card or flowers this Valentines. I hope you know I wish you love and happiness on your journey.

Be well.

Happy Thanksgiving, 2025

Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving, no matter how you wish to spend it. Although this was not a great day/weekend for us, I never stopped loving you and wanting you to be happy, find joy.

Maybe we can see each other on Thursday, late afternoon, if that works for you. I’m trying to manage work schedule and only one car in the house at the moment.

Searching for these photos, reminded me of our time together and how much you inspired me.

Love, always.

Thanksgiving, snow, and leaves

Thanksgiving is coming, and I am still thankful for every minute we spent together. I miss that feeling you gave me – the one that made me want to be a better person, make a better life for the two of us.

We’ve got some snow here already, but melting away slowly each day. The ground is brown with leaves and sticks…. and lots of acorns. The deer near here will be happy this winter.

I often think about writing, but no one needs to hear my woes. Happiness seems to evade me more and more. Maybe it is just the change from daylight savings and less daylight. The dark creeps in during the afternoon. The cold just seems to set in.

Home life continues to evolve and change. New granddaughter, failing father, kids being kids and getting older, moving on with their lives.

Jax is starting to look and act like an old dog. I’m not prepared for that. I guess I’m looking like and acting like an old man.

Rest assured, I miss you. I wish you well. I hope you find peace, love, and happiness. I will love you always (unless I get Alzheimers and forget). But I will still feel it in my bones.

Love, always.

P.S. It feels wrong not sending you cards.

Not forgotten

I’m still here. I’m still wondering how you’re doing. How is your visit with mom? Are things changing or just more of the same.

Fall is heading this way. Just wishing you well.

Rode by your old place

Hi,

I rode by your old place in St. A. last weekend. I think this was the first time I didn’t feel like crying as I rode by (since you left). Instead, I just remembered how beautiful you looking in the shower. And, how much work it was to pack up that trailer.

Wishing well as always. Love and happiness –

April memories…again

The date comes and goes. Thought about what was, what I hoped would be, and what wasn’t.

I’m sorry I wasn’t the right fit at the right time. But I’m not sorry for loving you then, and still loving you now. Every day I think of you, I say a prayer for your happiness and wellbeing.

Missing you, especially this month. Love always.

It was a Monday

It was a Monday – our first date. I invited you to meet me for lunch at The Bay. I never wanted to leave. I was completely captivated by you.

It was months before, in November, when you started a conversation with me. I remember asking what your Thanksgiving plans were.  I tried to ask you out for a drink several times after that, even reaching out on social to ask you out. To no avail.

Then, one day you messaged me out of the blue. I had figured you just weren’t interested.

But, I took a chance and invited you to lunch on one of your rare days off. That first date was on Monday, April 7. We had lunch, and we kissed before saying goodbye. I was totally hooked. We went to dinner the next night.  That was the beginning of a little more than a year of on-and-off dating — before your moving away.

I’ve known you for 12 years, and every time I see you, I fall in love with you again,

Missing you always and wishing you well.

Happy Birthday Month

Hi,

I hope you have a wonderful birthday month, remembering all the joys of life, celebrating and loving life. May your summer be pleasant and fun, and full of joy and love.

Love, Always.