They say that time heals all wounds. Well... it's been almost three years since we lost Ricky and it seems like it was yesterday to me.

The four seasons have come and gone. Holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, special days, and all the "ordinary days". He's watched them all from above-- sometimes from closer than you think.

Grief takes as long as it takes. It doesn't go away, it just changes. If I close my eyes I can still see him coming in the back door after a long day at work. There were too many  long days. Or laughing with friends....playing cards or pool. Watching sports with his pals. Or sharing a special time with Julie----they had lots of special times. He was there for her when she needed a friend, a pal, someone to hang with on Saturday mornings.

Ricky changed my life and for that I will be eternally grateful. I'm glad his pain has passed and I will keep him in my heart until we meet again. If you love somebody enough, you can still hear the laughter after they're gone.....