Dear Abba,
Since you passed, my bed has been filled. At first, it was all your belongings, I just began gathering everything, filling your side of the bed so there was no empty space. Over time as I place your things in totes to keep them safe, our children have joined me. Be it Tru, Tierney, your kitty cat, or the little girls. Sometimes our bed is so filled, there is not even space for me. I placed your urn in bed with me, every night I lay a pillow by my stomach and place you on it, just holding you, the weight of your bear/urn is comforting, it reminds me of you and your arms around me. At times, without even touching your heart button you will just randomly say, "I love you". At times I will respond, with "I love you too, Abba" and other times I am left speechless and sob into the bear. I've got to stop doing that, I don't want to ruin him. I scratch the bear's chin, just as I would your beard. I miss you, so much, my love. I miss the good days. ...