3 days before the anniversary of Loughlin's death, Harlen brought home 7 rolls of undeveloped film he had found tucked away in a box in the food room.
Every picture is a precious gift,a new memory, a new image for my mind, another proof that we were happy. We were so happy.
No we weren't perfect but it felt perfect. Our kids were so content. We had so much fun together all of the time. We did everything as a family.
I cherished every moment, and yet still 5 years later all I can think is why?
Why couldn't I have just seen that truck? Why did I have to be so busy that I was blinded by the rush and forgot what was really important. I would give anything to have him back,
Why didn't God take my worthless soul and leave one so pure on this Earth?
Harlen could have easily found a replacement for this sorry excuse of a wife and mom, but you will never replace one like Lough.....
Oh my soul aches to see you, to hold you, to hear your voice.
I love you so much.
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