So I’m getting dressed to mow the backyard this morning after waking up early and sipping a cup of coffee with the boys, when I realize a few things. I’m putting on a tan pair of Duluth Trading Co pants, the exact kind Billy used to wear. I’m putting in his bluetooth earbuds in my ears, the kind that provides noise protection and also allows me to listen to music. I’m slipping my “new” pocket knife into the cargo pocket of my pants, his pocket knife, now mine, into the same pocket he wore it in for all those years. I’m using the mower he picked out, mowing the way he showed me the one or two times I mowed when he was just too busy a few summers ago…
All these things made me realize, maybe Billy isn’t so far out of reach after all. I learned so much from him over our years together and if I’m picking up some of his characteristics, well I can’t imagine a better way to honor him. He was caring, and generous, and was always thinking of how he can help those around him, and he didn’t dwell. He lived in each moment, not worrying about the past and rarely anxious about the future. Hopefully I learn to develop some of these qualities as well. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have been married to such a man, one who continues to inspire, even after he’s gone.
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