Tomorrow marks two years ago that we held your service and laid you to rest.
Until then, I never understood how you can attend a funeral and some of the family members aren't crying. But Tim and I didn't cry at the service or your burial. It's strange and hard to explain, but we cried so much all that week leading up to it, that when the time came, it's as if we held it together for everyone else.
Your service was so difficult on everyone, it would have made it 10 times worse if we had fallen apart.
I remember my friend Rhonda commenting that when we walked out behind your casket after it was over, I looked like a shell of myself and she never wanted to see me that way again.
At the burial, I really wished it had been just me, Tim, and Morgan. I wanted to just sit there, staring at your beautiful casket, feeling the sun on my face and the warm breeze of that spring April day. The spot I picked for you is perfect. You are under a large oak tree to provide shade in the hot Texas summers. And you face west towards our home. It's so peaceful visiting you there and there is usually a breeze.
Luv ya and miss ya - always and forever P.