24 years

Tomorrow will be 24 years. The hurt isn't as intense as it once was. I tried to reread my story of that day. I had to stop when it got near the end and finish it later. 24 years is a long time to hold pain. I know he is happy. I think we hold the pain to show we still care? I don't know? It's weird to miss somebody and the relationship you had even though knowing full well the relationship would be different now. Tomorrow I will buy ice tea and pretzel rods and remember my dear friend who taught me so much. He wasn't perfect, but I was blessed to have known him. He will always be a part of who I am. RIP Tim.