profound

Philippinas 1:3
I give thanks to my God at every remembrance of you,

I think I'm finally coming back, it's ok if I do. I have you to thank for that my dear.

I found something today, your words, most personal thoughts, your hopes, your words written in your hand, touchingly honest because as you lived it was not writing you shared with the world to see or something you shared with me.  I found an old journal you kept spanning a few years.  The dates haunt me.

September 9, 2009 you quoted me I've never thought of myself as quote worthy.

"Kate also said something the other day that I found true, touching, and profound:
                   'I read not just to enjoy, but to engage with the world'
Oh what a woman!"

I even got an exclamation.  These pages I've read today reminded me how much you loved me and our daughter.  I know it was your private journal, but I do not feel one bit guilty for reading it.  Sometimes I'm afraid I will forget, I should say I'm still afraid I'll forget.  It was nice to read your thoughts and remember.  I had completely forgotten we chose books for each other to read.  I still remember suggesting Dawkins, oh boy did I open a can of worms or what.

One more  excerpt from an entry I will share

26 April 2010
 When we die, I think we truly wish our loved ones to not grieve too much, nor for too long, but to cherish what is best in their memories. 

Five years later you died, and fours years after that I have just found these words, your words.  Profound indeed.

I miss you handsome man even still.

take care