Eight Years Now
Eight years. Can’t even fathom it’s been 8 years tomorrow. I frequently watch the slideshow that Anna made for his funeral. I just watched it and re-studied the face that was once so familiar. I have a video of him laughing, the laugh that I frequently heard from the other room. Jon’s laugh was one of a kind. He laughed hardest at his own jokes and it was unforgettable. But, it’s not as familiar any longer. Speaking of laughter from the other room… so much time has gone by that hearing a man’s voice in the house used to...
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