I have never liked rainy days. Prolonged rain has a way of making me feel sad. David actually loved the rain. He used to sit outside in the rain and listen to the rain. He found it very relaxing. He wanted an awning over the deck so he could sit comfortably under and enjoy the rain. I remember one stormy day as he sat on the deck listening to the rain, I insisted it was dangerous and made him come inside as he tried to argue that my concerns about lightning were unfounded.

Today, as it continues to rain, I feel depleted of energy and have a strong sense of the loss of my dearest David. I wish he was here so badly. I fell asleep last night looking at pictures, I continued again this morning. I am reminiscing and I want to believe he is still alive because I am having a really hard time dealing with the fact that he is not.

As I looked through pictures I found some pictures I thought I had lost, they made me happy as I remembered the good old days. Sadly, such days are never to be experienced again with David. But I will hold on to these pictures and the memories because I remembered the day vividly and it was a fun family outfitting as we went to watch our first (and last) football game like an all American family rooting all the way for UConn.