My Dearest Scott,
I write this letter to you because I have spent the
past few weeks in disbelief that it is almost a year since you've been
physically gone from all of us.
We are having our house remodelled and I've been
forced to look through "stuff" and reorganize "stuff". I found a
notebook......remember when you were staying at our house in Seattle and Alex,
her friend and I went canoeing (you had to get back to Whidbey and couldn't join
us) and Alex and her friend picked up a baby goose - alienating it forever from
its mother? I moored the canoe (falling into the lake in the
process) and the girls ran home to you with the baby goose pleading for your
help to save it. In my notebook I find notes you had written about all of
the places you had called; directions; etc. And I smile remembering how
you shook your head when I finally arrived home soaking wet......"it's only a
GOOSE!"
Scott, it is so hard to believe you are gone
forever. I don't cry quite as much when I think about it but I do think
about it. And driving that stretch of highway to Whidbey is
unbearable. Thomas is getting married next summer...I'm sure you know all
of this. I'm spending time with his family next week in New
Jersey. Funny thing.....you were always the outgoing, talkative one but
Thomas is so much more outgoing since you've been gone.
I'll never meet anyone like you, Scott, I know this
for a fact - more than I've known anything else.
You are loved no less today than you were a
year ago.
Michele