Four years.
48 months.
208 weeks.
1,460 days.
35,040 hours.
Some days it feels like yesterday when others it feels like a lifetime ago.
I have spent days trying to draft today’s post. Attempting to write the prefect End of Watch tribute. Every time I get a couple lines in, I erase it all. I have done this over and over. Each attempt my wording is different from the last.
Sometimes I am at a loss for words when other times it flows from my heart and onto my computer screen with ease.
This current attempt, it has taken me quite some time, but I think I have got it. There is no need for fancy verbiage or a pouring out of my heart and my love of Mike on this fourth End of Watch anniversary.
There are times when I want to share all my thoughts and then there are other times when it is okay to reflect on my own.
This time I will just simply say, with the tears rolling down my cheeks as I attempt yet again to start and finish this blog post is, I miss him.
Today is hard. I try not to watch the clock. Every hour is tainted with a flashback.
I will do my best to distract myself from the pain by making it a happy day full of positive memories for my sons.
We will miss him together and celebrate him together. Our whole family will.
No matter what mixture of feelings the day brings, one thing is constant and certain.
Our hero will never be forgotten and will always be honored.
Today, a simple, I just plain miss him, I think says it all.
