Today the birds are singing. Last night I went outside & sat on the swing while I was checking messages on my cell phone. It was cool outside & not humid, so we shut off the AC and opened some windows. I went to sleep last night to the tone of the wind chimes that Randy's Grandfather made out of pipes. I love those funky old wind chimes and so did Randy! He used to say, "Hear that? Grandpa's talking to us."
RIP, Randy... today would have been his birthday. It'll be a year on September 14, but it sure doesn't seem like it. I've heard that all of the 'firsts' after someone dies are difficult, but this 'first' hit me a lot harder than I ever thought it would. Miss you, Hon!
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