Three years, how can this be?

Three Years

Beloved Jonathan,
Soon it will be the third anniversary of when you passed away. I think of you always, every day, and see your sweet smiling face so clearly. Missing you is like breathing...and will be what I do until I draw my last breath.
David and I have had a rough time since you died and I am glad, in a way, that you were not seeing us hurt and suffering. I fell twice--a year apart--broke both hips, endured many long and painful complications, and am only now attempting to walk, like a toddler who has no balance yet.
David, in a bizarre coincidence, had an aortic dissection--the same dangerous condition that brought you down--and his life was saved in the nick of time after he fainted while waiting in line at the post office. An ambulance rushed him to the hospital where a 10-hour operation replaced his torn aorta with a synthetic one.
Now we are both recovering and enjoying our reverie times on our front porch, watching the birds in our dogwood tree, feeding the baby squirrels, enjoying the beauty of the flowers we planted--and thinking of you.
We love you so much, Jonathan, now and always.