Today is my son, Bruce's, birthday. He was actually my son in law, but I loved him like a son. I know I told you my daughter is married to Russell (and she is) Bruce was her first husband. He passed 4 years ago January 12. His birth date reversed. He was born on 2-11 and he passed on 1-12. Freaky isn't it. I have thought about him all day. In fact I think about him every day. He was a special, warm, caring person.
When he was a little boy he wrote on a paper for school that when he grew up he wanted to be a dad. I was very sorry that he never got the chance to live that dream.
4 years ago today I was at a scrapbook crop. A local shop had a benefit crop for Bambi to try and raise money to help pay for medical bills. The Saturday that they picked to have it was his birthday. One time during the afternoon it started to snow, just snowing like crazy and the sun was shining so bright. Don't see that every day, snowing from a clear sunny sky. Bambi and I agreed that Bruce had a hand in the weather that day. He would have thought that was really funny.
He had a wicked sense of humor, loved to tease, could have grown a crop in a sand box, cooked like a deamon and had an evil grin and laugh.
He had a great life . . . just not a long one. I miss him and I love him. I take comfort in the knowledge that I will see him again some day.
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