The saga continues...

I'm supposed to meet with my attorney's in the morning at 9am.  I'm not sure why.  I'm hoping this "Will" mess will be over with.  I've spent the last couple nights in Bruce's house.  I had it sold, but the Judge canceled the sell when the "sisters" contested the Will.  It's been a blessing staying there.  I have cherished memories of him all around me, but I've also had time to grieve.  

I keep expecting to hear him in the kitchen cooking, or singing in the shower.  (He was a horrible singer. LOL) I can hear the soles of his dress shoes walking across the hard wood floors, smell his cologne and then reality will hit and I realize none of those things will ever happen again.  I slept so soundly last night, when I woke up at 5 am, I was actually shocked to find the left side of the bed empty.  Then, of course the tears started.  But I got up and thanked God for the time I did have with him and thanked God that Bruce found something in me worth loving.  I still can't figure out what such an amazing man found lovable in me, but I'm grateful that he did.I tried to go through my pictures on my camera of him, but I couldn't see them for the tears.  I don't have very many.  He hated having his picture taken.  He said he had a German nose that couldn't be hid in a photo.  But I thought his nose was beautiful.