The last meme I that I texted to Scott:
It was my signature move. The scene would go like this: I hug him whether he wants it or not. He grumbles a bit before letting out a nervous laugh; ultimately, succumbing to my adorable display of affection and hugging me back. I annoyed him in the best way possible… and the plan was to do it forever.
I was supposed to grow old with this man. We looked forward to being old people, reading our papers and getting our senior coffees at restaurants. He was naturally an old man already — one of those guys who was growing into his personality, and he particularly couldn’t wait to be a grandpa (which I always thought was odd but very sweet); he looked forward to being fun and playful and spoiling the heck out of our grand babies. My heart is broken, knowing that this dream is gone. Poof. Taken. Just like that.
It’s moments like these that I fight. I’m trying my best to not be an emotional mess, but when I look into the future too far, I feel great despair. Surviving grief has taught me to stay in the moment as much as I possibly can. Do not think about the silly, stupid, naive past. Do not think about the lost, never-to-be-seen, taken future. Sometimes that’s easier said than done though…
And suppose that’s ok too… I have no clue.
Might As Well Live 
Beautiful! Your writing is such a great tribute to Scott! ❤️ sending hugs your way! PS. I’ll get you some vodka if you want it!
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Thank you, Brittni…
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I’m glad our paths crossed. Your writing is heart felt and I realize that a person such as yourself with a magnificent smile and amazing eyes has had sorrow too. But you know what? God heals . We just need to give him that portion of our heart that has been wounded. Going through…something Is a good thing. Means there is an end to the pain. Thank you for your words. It’s helps me in my current situation. God Bless!
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