It feels like my world ended on that Saturday when she left this world for the Kingdom of God's.

It felt like I lost everything, and it still does. 

She was the one person I needed to talk to, be with, hold and care for.

I never knew how blessed I was until she went home to live with the other angels.

Then it hit me just how blessed I had been, and I haven't stopped crying since then and I probably never will.

I miss those little notes scribbled on a paper towel when she came in with my cup of tea, or on the tea cup itself.

I miss those sweet touching moments when she would look into my eyes and smile and throw me a kiss at the same time as I did her.  

I miss her looking into my eyes and asking if we could afford a cup of Starbucks, knowing all along I had bought her a gift card for her to get one with and acting surprised when I handed it to her.

I dearly miss the feel of her hand in mine when we went shopping or driving as we would always hold hands.

I will never forget the softness of her cheek that I would beg to caress as often as she would allow.   It is those memories I cherish most.