Still Hurts

It's still hard to think about Roger and not cry. I wonder how long it will be before I don't choke up every time I think of him being gone.

He was a really good man. So nice and friendly to everyone. So patient. So super patient. I felt so bad that his body was giving so much trouble at the end of his life.

He spent a lot of time with our family, coming to the kids games, family trips to the apple orchard or the Audubon Center for maple syruping, helping Joel with projects around our house, or just hanging out on his deck while we visited.

I have a couple of memories I love to think about. One is when Joel and I were first married we bought a little house 5 blocks from my in-laws. Roger worked on the other side of the neighborhood at the golf course. In the winters when he couldn't golf, he would play cards at the golf course. I thought this was cute. Many times during the summer, when we grew a garden, I would glance out my windows and find Roger in my garden having a tomato. Just like an apple.

One year his school had a reunion. I'm thinking this might have been their 40th . That night he stopped by the house late in the evening. I greeted him at the door and told him Joel was already gone off to work. He knew. He stopped by to visit with me and tell me about his reunion before he went home. I'm still puzzled by this visit, but really enjoyed that he stopped to talk to me and tell me about it. I enjoyed the times we spent with him.

He's left a big hole in all our hearts. I'm so glad my kids were old enough that maybe most of them will remember him when they grow up.