Remember when we used to say that we were going to grow old together like Nanna and Georgie? We would plan to live together in a retirement home and be little old ladies together. I am sad about not getting to do that with you. We would have loved it.
I don't know why this was God's plan, but I know better than to question His judgment. His ways are better than our ways, no matter how much better our ways seem or how we don't understand the reasoning behind what happened. It still hurts to miss you.
I have to figure out how to change my cell phone because your house phone comes up as just your name on my cell. I had been OK with it since you died as long as I was clear-minded when somebody from your house called. Today I was doing something else and for a split second when I saw your name I forgot and thought you were calling me. It hurts to feel that. Today I need God's strength.
I also remembered something that made me smile and laugh a little. You wrote a book in elementary school called "My Sister the Dog". I was so offended about it for years, but it really is a funny book. We laughed about it as adults. I hope your husband still has it. I would love to read it again.
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