It has been a few months since my parents passed away but the sadness just will not seem to lift.  I know everyone keeps saying that things are going to get better, but I find myself missing them more and more.  I just wish they were here with me to sit down and play domino’s that was my mothers favorite game.

I miss watching the football game with my dad, and listen to him yell at the team when they screwed up.  How can you move on, when all you can think about is times shared.

Today, I am going to the place where we scattered their ashes because I want to spend a little time in pray, and let them know that I love them, that I miss them, and that I will join the in heaven one day, and we will be a family again.