I’ve been dreaming about you again; waking Richard up talking in my sleep. It’s been 3 months and I am still finding myself, at times going breathless and wanting to shout, “Oh my God! she’s gone! She’s really gone!”. I listen to the voice mail on my phone, just often enough that it doesn’t delete; I don’t want to forget the sound of your voice. The weeping is over; I just can’t get use to not picking up that phone to share a laugh, a story, a bitch session, everyday life. Time just keeps on moving, life keeps on keeping on and I’m like “Wait, wait… we’re missing someone special”.