Blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

BB,

I am missing you something fierce. You and me, we’s like peas and carrots. I don’t know what it is about this time or why it is that I can’t get you off of my mind. I am participating with Relay for Life this weekend. I uploaded a pic to my site of us. The married us, a month before you died. Oh, do I miss you.

I remember when you would come home from work. Coming in the door (memories mostly from the apt. and not the house) wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Even though you were sweaty, tired and sometimes not in the greatest mood, you looked so sexy. Even when all you wore was sweats and a tee with slippers (back in college) you were IT.

M. talked to a neighbor yesterday who works for your former employer. That sentence in and of itself makes me wonder… Did time stop for you when you died so it would be your employer? Or, do you know what is going on and are aware that you don’t work for them now how you used to? UGH. Anyway, even though this person has only been there six years, she knew of you. M. said “my best friend’s husband used to work for “them”. The chick responded… you mean BB?

I was thinking how luck of the dept. has in fact sucked and I am sure my knowlege is quite limited:

Vehicle accident killing officer off-duty

Motorcycle accident severely injuring/disabling off-duty officer

You and your stuff

On duty officer en route to a call hitting and killing 2 people

And the dept. is so small… SO sad.

Anyway, I love you.

Apparently as I have been told, my eyes reveal my wounded soul… nothing has changed. Love you always.

YBG