Moving On
If Heaven wasn’t so far away I’d climb the stairs and spend the day listening to the baritone, soothing sound of your voice and looking into your deep brown eyes so often filled with love and laughter. This time I’d etch the memory in my brain so I would remember and experience them forever. Today, as I sit here remembering your birthday, that all too familiar ache tries it’s best to creep its way into my heart. Like a thief in the night. And I wonder if there will ever come
