Kiss and Hug
Somehow you get back to living, I’m not sure how it happens. The third verse of Joe’s song, Hush, Baby by Olya says it bet for me: “I promise you my eternity, with all the strength of my soul, I carry on.”
Still, if I didn’t have a French bulldog to hug and friends to lean on it would be near impossible.
I drink a lot of coffee and I think a lot. Too often, I come back to that I will never get to see Joe come in the door so excited to see me. Giving me a huge hug as he dropped his bag, a hug grin on his face with a “What’s up, Lis.” So full of life, so ready to hang and catch up on life. I miss that the most.
Kiss and hug.