Well, my love, we are going to see Knives Out today, mostly because I know how much you wanted to see it. We'll see how I do in a theatre, in the same type of row we were in when you left me. But, I wanted to see it for you.
Last night I was thinking about your mustache. I know, weird, huh. But, you know that I have never seen you without a mustache. Ever. I wonder if you still have that mustache where you are. I know that if there is a heaven that is where you are. I can't imagine you would be anywhere else. That mustache that on the one side was all freaky. It didn't sit like the rest of the hairs on your face. It stuck out, like crazy wire, here and there and everywhere. You had me cut your hair every few weeks. And I would trim those crazy eyebrows and then trim up your mustache. I miss that I will never do that again. Ever since you started working for Voice Carrier, you really haven't shaved regularly, you let your facial hair get all crazy. You didn't really have a beard, you had long scruff. I loved running my fingers in your scruffy beard. And for some reason, that is one of the things I really miss. Running my fingers through your scruffy facial hair.
I'm still dealing with anxiety. My doctor won't refill my prescription for my tummy meds until I go in for a checkup. Of course, they weren't in the office on Friday, so I will have to be miserable until I can get into them - hopefully this week. If I still have this horrid rash, I will have them look at that, too. The stress of losing you has made me kind of a mess. Acid reflux - having meds would help that, anxiety - that feeling of not breathing is not great and now a rash that will all the sudden itch or suddenly burn. I've tried one of your hundreds of antibiotic cream and some of your cortisone cream. The cortisone cream helps calm down the burn and itch for a bit. I'm a mess without you.
I love you so much. I keep expecting you - but you never come back. I will make it through. But, damn it - I just don't think it's fair that I have lost you. Please keep my place warm.
#missyouloveyou
Last night I was thinking about your mustache. I know, weird, huh. But, you know that I have never seen you without a mustache. Ever. I wonder if you still have that mustache where you are. I know that if there is a heaven that is where you are. I can't imagine you would be anywhere else. That mustache that on the one side was all freaky. It didn't sit like the rest of the hairs on your face. It stuck out, like crazy wire, here and there and everywhere. You had me cut your hair every few weeks. And I would trim those crazy eyebrows and then trim up your mustache. I miss that I will never do that again. Ever since you started working for Voice Carrier, you really haven't shaved regularly, you let your facial hair get all crazy. You didn't really have a beard, you had long scruff. I loved running my fingers in your scruffy beard. And for some reason, that is one of the things I really miss. Running my fingers through your scruffy facial hair.
I'm still dealing with anxiety. My doctor won't refill my prescription for my tummy meds until I go in for a checkup. Of course, they weren't in the office on Friday, so I will have to be miserable until I can get into them - hopefully this week. If I still have this horrid rash, I will have them look at that, too. The stress of losing you has made me kind of a mess. Acid reflux - having meds would help that, anxiety - that feeling of not breathing is not great and now a rash that will all the sudden itch or suddenly burn. I've tried one of your hundreds of antibiotic cream and some of your cortisone cream. The cortisone cream helps calm down the burn and itch for a bit. I'm a mess without you.
I love you so much. I keep expecting you - but you never come back. I will make it through. But, damn it - I just don't think it's fair that I have lost you. Please keep my place warm.
#missyouloveyou
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