Nanette,

You are always there, always the formost thoughts in my mind. The shock is starting to lessen, but now I the really difficult stage is setting in; missing you. You are the reason I did my best, the reason I went to work when I was too sick to be on two feet. I hate cleaning and am a pig, yet I always tried to pick up after myself and put anything away that I had taken out of it's place.

Now my clothes are all over the bedroom, I have piles of paper on every available counter top or table and there are leaves all over the floor from the dogs.

It's not that I expected you to do all of those things, it's the fact that it mattered to you that I wanted to do them. Now you are gone and although I want to do those things, I can't bring myself to care enough to bother.

Those are the eacy things, but they are a constant reminder you are gone. When I think of you gone forever it is more than I can bear. Yet, that is the reality. Your funeral was two weeks ago today, two weeks! It is not possible that I have been unable to hold you and tell you I love you for more than two weeks.

I know you would expect me to carry on and be strong for our children and grand children, and I will. It may take longer to reach that point but I will because you made me want to be and do the best I could.

That appears an easy task, but without you it seems impossible. Because you believed in me, that gives me strength to carry on and keep your spirit and Love alive in our family.

I miss you today and the thought that I won't see you tomorrow or the next day or any other day after that is crushing, so I can only do as you did; live one day at a time.