by Connie Boling
(Reynolds Station, Kentucky)
Every day is still a struggle. I miss you. I see your face everywhere even in my sleep. I still haven't drove the truck. I still haven't been to Mcdonalds. I haven't rode any of the horses. I haven't walked to the creek.
I haven't done any of the things that we used to do together. It isn't the same doing it by myself. I love you. I miss my best friend. I told Bryan that whenever I pass on that your ashes are to be placed in my casket with me. I miss you so much it hurts.