This photo and one of the bunnies came up and a couple others.

I flashed back.

We were together.

Sitting outside in February sipping good wine, eating good food, and enjoying each other.

Time heals all wounds. I keep hearing that. There is part of me that wants it to happen, but the other part does not.  He was too special to me – too important.  No regrets – just wishes things could be different.

I don’t think time will ever fully cure those wishes.