The soft moments with you that brush against my reality give me the the indication that we are moving in the right direction.
You are quiet. You are reserved. You are particular.
You are strong. You are sound. You are kind.
You are many things – although sometimes I think you ignore your qualities. You avoid your feelings as if they have bad intentions for you. You hush your inner voice telling you to open up.
Your walls were built to protect you, but in the end, they are hindering your growth. You have to let people in sometimes.
I am so glad we are getting somewhere.
Show off his craft and woodworking, the pieces of his time.
Remember the things he enjoyed, his love of deep red wine.
Rest in the home together, the one that he built with you in mind.
Hold one another close, and finally say goodbye.