It will be a month tomorrow since my husband passed. I had to go find some paperwork that was stored in the building, all of his stored winter clothing was in there. Clothes he will never wear again. Clothes that remind me of how much I lost and how much I miss him.
He never knew how to dress before he met me. He always said I was the best thing that happened to him because I knew how to pick clothes that made him look good. I took great pride in that fact, whenever we went somewhere my husband looked good. It seems silly but it meant so much.
I miss him more than I can ever express.
He never knew how to dress before he met me. He always said I was the best thing that happened to him because I knew how to pick clothes that made him look good. I took great pride in that fact, whenever we went somewhere my husband looked good. It seems silly but it meant so much.
I miss him more than I can ever express.
