Jim, it has been a year since you left this world.
I miss you every day and feel your presence around me, and it gives me strength to go on until we meet again.
I still expect to see you walking through the front door every day. Or, when I go out to the shop to feed the kitties, I expect to see you there, tinkering with something.
I still sometimes look in your chair and hope to see you there, falling asleep with a book on your chest.
I love you very much, and always will.
Brenda