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Hitchhiker I brought from Erie Pa back to Ma. Was great conversationalist more of a subliminal communicator though

Stream feeding Lake Erie

Reflection of sun setting over Niagara River

Memories Are all I have left Thoughts Of what can never be Time Never to be shared again Wasted Moments we didn't share Love What will carry me on Missing My always faithful unconditional loving dawg

Went to tractor supply the other day and saw they had a sale on birdseed. As I stood there looking puzzled the salesman asked if I had any questions. The only one that came to mind was how long does it take for the birds to grow.

Thoughts fill the Clouds Some dark and threatening Others feather soft And in between Nothing but blue skies

Small pieces of shared love

Each passing day slices another piece from the cake of memories

Like a day without sun each moment looking forward reminds me of the things that can never be.

To be sure losing ones mate seems to be soul crushing yet there is a lesson, don’t wait to take that trip of a lifetime, don’t wait to install that swimming pool you both dreamt about, look for the good in people they in turn will amplify the good in you.