Awesome successful season for the Sox and they are headed to the World Series....I'm sure you are smiling down on them and giving a big Whaaaahoo!! But today it's all about the Pats..XOX

I think of Ricky everytime i play pool. He was my clutch, if i didn't know what to do he would say I'll play them. Or if someone was losing he would say"quit f*@#ing around". He was the best co captain I ever had, there surely is'nt anyone who can compare to that kind of teammate. Even though he had to get up early the next day he would come home and take a nap just so he could play on the pool team. Even though he was the hardest person to ever to convince to play in the APA. Certain people remember those games we played I know I do everytime I win against someone he used to love to beat!! Missing my all time favorite team member, friend, and stepdad. love jo:)

The music of your voice....

Just makes my heart rejoice.

For I know that you are mine...

My own sweet

Valentine....Happy Valentine's Day !

Your name, my sweet Ricky, cannot define

A lover, a friend, the light of my life, my partner in crime

 Still ever so kind, and patient with me.

I know that you're there whenever I fall

To mend my tattered spirit with steady hands.

Your smile never fading through it all,

For you're the one who always understands.

As I look back upon our thirty years

I know that I would do it all the same.

I'd cherish every laugh and all the tears

and vow again to proudly take your name.

My faithful man if only you could know

how grateful I am of Cupid's bow.

His time with us is gone, so sudden, a shock to all. Job in this world complete, time for a job a step beyond. Painful for loved ones and friends, needing to say goodbye. Is it fair God takes him from us..nature made him then broke the mold. Never leaving our hearts, minds or souls, he lives inside us, in memories,forever. Also far beyond....peacefully forever.

Thinking of YOU today on your 60th birthday. Today is extra special because of the "60" .  I can't ever see the number 60 without thinkin' of you and how you loved the whole "football thing". I remember our stop at the football hall of fame in Ohio where you had me take your picture in front of #60. I can't imagine the fun we would have had on your 60th birthday.

Just know that I miss you with every ounce of my being and wait till the day when we are together again.

Happy 60thBirthday !!!   Love you more <3

I don't know who had MORE fun....Ricky or Julie!  They were the best of friends...........

They say there is a reason

They say that time will heal

But neither time or nor reason

Will change the way we feel.

For no one knows the heartache

That lies beneath our smiles

No one knows how many times

We have broken down and cried.

Gone from home that smiling face

Those cheerful happy ways

The heart that won so many friends

In bygone happy days.

We want to tell you something

So there won't be any doubt

You're so wonderful to think of

But also hard to be without.

Gone from this earth but never forgotten....

Christmas isn't the same without you here. I hope you are safe and happy and that we will meet again. Merry Christmas honey.

Well, Suzie has joined Ricky's club of medical mishaps. Last week she got her leg broken in two places, just by getting up from her computer. After 4 days in the hospital, and surgery to put in a rod and plates to make it heal, she is home and doing better. It reminds me of the times Ricky had his "whoops" as there were a couple of them. The United Builders boom truck was hard on him, and he had the scars to prove it. I remember getting the call from him one day. He was at Emerson Hospital and had pinched off the top of his finger on the truck. After wrapping his hand in an old tee shirt, he drove himself to the emergency room. They took one look and said he needed a plastic surgeon.   That was also the day that Mickey was going into the hospital for a "routine procedure" on his leg.  Unable to go see him before he went in, we called to talk on the phone on our way to the plastic surgeon.     We never spoke to him again......we lost him days later, never to regain consciouness.  The four of us would never again laugh together and look out for each other.  It's just Suzie and me now, here for each other  in good times and bad.  This week has been bad for Sue, and I'm glad I am here to help her. Finally, for the first time since Ricky has passed, I feel useful again.  Better days are coming, for both of us.

I miss you when something really good happens, because you're the one I want to share it with.  I miss you when something is troubling me, because you're the one who could share my trouble. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you could make my laughter grow and tears dissappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lie awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times we had together. So many winks and hugs...fun times and ordinary days. I'll keep you in my heart until we meet again.

Two years ago, Ricky and Stevie Clouter tried to nominate their friend, John Clark, to be inducted into the Hudson High School Hall of fame.

Stevie did a lot of research, as Clarkie's sports accomplishments were many. They missed the deadline for nominating, and even though we tried to pull some strings, rules were rules, and we had to wait till next time. Well, now two years later, Clarkie's time to shine has come. I got a call the other night from Steve Smith, asking to speak to Ricky. Talk about a punch in the gut. Oh, how I wish he was here to take that call..

Football was right up there on his list of favorites. After many years of playing with PJ's Pirates, all of which he enjoyed to the max, he loved to watch the Pats and all the other pro teams. Sundays were for football. After we got our house, it was always the four of us...Micky and Suzie, Ricky and me...watching the Pats march to victory.  The neighbors could hear Ricky yelling from the porch!

So I'm sure Ricky will be watching from above or maybe standing along side John, as the ceremonies happen in November.  Fall =Football   RIP OXO