February 20 marked nine years.

You never know when tomorrow will not come for you or a loved one.

Make the best of each day. Treat it like you know it’s the last day and you will have no regrets. Your family will have no doubts of the love you had.

Make the memories so there will be something to hold onto when you are no longer together.

I have so many memories.

I can still see the look on Larry’s face when he met my sister’s kids for the first time as infants.

I remember the true joy of seeing the kids all the time since Tera lived across the street.

He loved all the kids so much.

I remember him and Skip playing Madden on the PlayStation every summer.

I remember staying up all night playing Baldur’s Gate or Star Wars Legos ourselves.

He always made sure we had 2 or 3 games we could play together.

I remember trips with no destination. He just wanted to drive.

Or vacations to little out of the way towns with watermelon growing in the ditches.

I remember taking walks and looking for rocks and fossils.

I remember thunderstorms in the Thunderbird or the truck or on the front porch because we loved to watch the lightning and rain and hear the thunder together.

I remember kisses every time I walked out the door to leave and every night before we laid down to sleep.

I remember the way he held his head when he was serious and how his hand would be held a certain way against his mouth when he was thinking and getting excited.

I do, of course, remember the bad too.

I remember him being there when my granny passed away.

I remember him holding my hair back when I was sick.

There were silly fights and tempers flared.

I remember him holding me as we learned the IVF didn’t work and we would not have our own child.

Fears, I remember telling him I was scared he would die because he was less and less mobile in the end.

I remember the wound that would not heal on his leg and how much pain he was always in.

I remember watching the life leave his eyes.

So many memories. So much love.

It gets me through the times I miss him the most.

Sometimes, tears of sadness run down my face as I remember and miss him and know there are no more memories to make.

Sometimes, I laugh and smile as I relive. Sometimes, it’s both. I still miss him so much.

Thanks for reading my ramblings. The trips down memory lane are nice.

Breakfast casseroles, one of his favorites, are easy to put together the night before and bake first thing in the morning or make it in the morning for dinner that night.

Make your grocery list and pick up some breakfast items. Then meet me in the kitchen for easy breakfast casseroles!