Harry’s birthday was yesterday. He would have been 33. Since he’s passed away, I’ve made it through Valentine’s Day and July 4th. Independence day was hard for me since that was always our time of the year to have a vacation alone. I pretty much curled myself in a ball & didn’t get out of bed the whole day. He’s been gone for over 6 months & I still cry every day. He was the light of my life. He made me smile when I was sad, made me laugh till my cheeks hurt. I wish I could just have one more minute with him. I wish I would have not rushed out the door that morning without kissing him goodbye. They say guilt comes early in the grief process, but I still feel it every day. I probably always will. Happy Birthday Harry. I hope you have found the peace that you searched for. You are terribly missed.


















