It's coming up on two years since Mr. Ralph died. Passed on. Got his wings. Went to Heaven.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. Or how he would have handled things. Or pass on to Kate what I feel her Dad would say. Even Braeden keeps his memory alive. Right now, though, I'm missing him. He won't be going with me to my 45th high school reunion. Our first Whipple Family reunion in 15 years. Won't be meeting his little whirling dervish, Deacon.
Why are there days like this? I'm crying as I type. I don't think I've really cried since his birthday in January. Sometimes I feel I should be less sad. Many people (those who have NOT lost a spouse or child) seem bothered that I tear up when talking about him. Or choke up when chatting about him.
But then, on Facebook, I find a little photo that makes me feel better.
The price of love. We sure had that!