|Devon at 14.|
While we were at the store and later, I thought of Rob. To die a quarter of a century too early is a definition of loss. I thought of all my husband will never see and it makes me so sad.
Devon in a new suit.
New dress shirt.
The promise of a red rose boutonniere.
How you would have laughed, Rob and taken such joy in our son who has grown taller than both of us and holds on dearly to all those lessons of love you taught. Thank you for that and more than I can say here.