Every year for my Birthday, I receive a ton of text messages and voicemails from my friends and family. The best are the voicemails. My parents and my siblings call in pairs or groups and sing their own special version of Happy Birthday to me.
When I picked up my Daughter tonight, she was upset. I knew listening to the family voicemails would bring a smile even laughter to her face.
While sifting thru the old saved voicemails, I stumbled upon a voice I a voice I had not heard in a while. Instantly tears rolled down my face. My heart ached.
When you really love someone, you act a little like a school girl. You save pictures and voicemails of the one who makes the butterflies in your stomach.
I felt the butterflies when I heard his voice. He left this earth November 26th, 2008. It was Glenn's voice. Each voice mail made me miss him more. The soft deep strong voice gingerly caressed my heart. I guess he wanted me to think about him for a minute. The minute lasted long enough to write this.
When you have loved someone in your life, and I mean really loved someone, they are always with you....even on the days that life has occupied your brain enough to crowd thoughts out.
Forever in my Heart he shall be.
