For Errol,
We came here often you and I, but never in mist and rain. The sun was always shining, and we were,
for the most part, happy.
Today, three years have gone by since you died. While new experiences have come into my life, and some adventures too,
I think of you every day.
While I'm happy with my life now, with the dogs, with my friends, and with my home, I often want to tell you something, share something with you.
Just little, ordinary, things. But I'm not sad and, although I miss you, I think of our more than thirty years together with gratitude.
~ Inger
