Hard to imagine it's been a year. So much has changed. Boy I miss him. I can still hear his voice calling me from upstairs, or his loud yawn. And anytime I hear the kitchen cabinets slam, or any door for that matter, I think of him.(He was a perpetual door slammer).
It makes me smile to think of all the times we found him climbing on things he knew he shouldn't be on; ladders, chairs, tables...all for a very practical reason. To change a light bulb, to make sure the water was turned off, to look for something he swore was in the top of the cupboard.
So many happy memories, but they still make me cry.
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