(((Jan)))

You want to talk to her. I know she isn't there, but talk to her anyway. When I was still freshly missing my dad, I talked to him all the time. Sometimes I'd get in the car and drive out to the country where it is peaceful and beautiful and there is no traffic to worry about. Out there I would talk to him as I drove, telling him about how our favorite baseball team was doing or about politics..Other times I was telling him things I never got to say to him... from questioning why he didn't stand up for me to thanking him for always coming to find me when I ran away so many times.

Sometimes, just sitting quietly with feelings of missing someone can lead us to places we would not be able to get to otherwise.

(((gentle hugs to you)))

ECHOES