It’s hard to believe that it’s been a month since we lost Leslie. I’ll never forget getting the call that morning. Zach had let me go back to sleep after feeding Grant and my phone rang while I was laying in bed. I saw that it was my mom and I just knew something wasn’t right because she usually didn’t call me quite THAT early in the morning.
I can say that this month without you, Leslie, has been the hardest one I think I’ve ever lived. Each day it seems like something new makes me miss you and the pain just doesn’t go away. I talk to Stephen and your beautiful girls on face time and my heart just aches looking at them. I know you know this, but Stephen is doing such a good job with them. I’m so glad he has them as I know that helps him through his pain.
Man, do I miss you. Something happened Tuesday and I just rolled my eyes and thought of how much I’d like to be able to text you. I can just imagine what your reaction would have been. I’ve had a thousand things I’ve wanted to tell you and share with you since you’ve been gone. I saw this yesterday and it made me think of you:
It wasn’t people necessarily that we loved to make fun of, but really anything and everything. I miss our chats about life and especially the things we made fun of together. I cannot even tell you how happy I am we got to do that one last time right before you left us. That will remain one of my most cherished memories forever.
Stephen sent me a birthday card and seeing his and the girls’ name without yours made me weep. The silliest little things are the ones that seem to hurt the most. I’ve read back through our text messages several times and I just miss your wit and humor and encouragement. Even in your pain and suffering, you always offered encouragement and support to me.
I know you’re happy, and you’re feeling good, and loving being in Heaven. You’ve had a month being with Jesus and walking the streets of paradise, and I know you are loving it.
But you sure are missed.