Last week was one of those weeks. One that is filled with emotional ups and downs, things you do want to do and things you desperately don’t want to do, good times and laughter, tears and companionship. It was one of those weeks that had so much packed into it that it’s hard to take a breath and absorb all that happened; all the people we got to see and the goodbyes we had to say. It was… heavy.
I’ve been struggling with what to write.. or whether to write about last week at all. Maybe I should just move onto the next post and pretend it didn’t happen? But I’ve decided that I’m going to. This being my little corner for some of our stories and this is one I want to tell because it means a lot. He meant a lot. We called him Swamp and last week we said goodbye.
I don’t have the words to sum up what he meant to me or to anyone else… I just can’t do that. I don’t know how express to you how great his sense of humor was and how much he made us laugh. Or how much he loved and cared for my husband like he was his own son. I don’t have the talent to write about all of that.
We love you, Swamp. We will be missing you and thinking of you every day.