"There's a lot of things in this old world I can stand, but when it comes to losing you I just can't."
I have gotten used to your truck sitting in the drive way at your house. I have gotten used to the silence at my house because you no longer show up unexpectedly and let yourself in. I have gotten used to you not pulling into my driveway randomly, just to stop and play with the goats.
I have gotten used to the fact that the things you always used to do, never happen anymore.
But for some reason, I always sit and hope, one Thursday morning, you will pull into my driveway on your way to work, just to say hi. Like you always did.
I will never be used to you being gone.
Today is your birthday, you would be 42. We would be partying, playing with the goats, drinking beer and having a good old time.
But you're not here. I miss you every day. It's crazy to think it's been over 6 months since you were taken from this world. God took a wonderful man and we may never know why.
Hope life is easy up in Heaven. Happy Birthday, Terry. Fly high my friend. ❤️