I'm a little jealous of my widow friends who have dreams about their missing man. I've only had one. And I wish I would have more. Every time I see Braeden's face, at a certain angle, he looks exactly like his Poppa. He usually has a few comments about Poppa every time I see him. I wish Poppa didn't die. Do you think Poppa remembers me? Do you cry for Poppa? Out of the mouths of babes.
Kate encourages me to let him see me cry and to tell him why. Emotions are normal parts of being human. And somehow I always manage to end on a fun, positive note about his infamous Poppa. How can he remember so much when Poppa left before he was three?
It's just another miracle, in my mind. That man will never be forgotten!