2024

Den leaves me coins, leaves Uncle Bob coins. He presents them when it can't be mistaken that it's a sign from him. He is here...but not where we can hear him laugh and do exaggerated hilarious singing along with a random song on the radio. He sees all the things we're up to, but we can't hear his commentary. This is one of the many reasons death sucks.

But Dennis is all good on the other side. He's living in the light and love of God. We know it. But, it doesn't lessen our selfish wish that we could have had him so much longer.

On the date of his passing, July 27, I go to the lake, to the water he loved so much, missing my beautiful, sweet boy. But those are just words. They don't fill voids.

They don't bring him into my vision.  I will look harder. He is always close.

He is everywhere.

I will always look for the signs. 💚