Book Two In The Brody Hines series
My Dearest Brody,
I've had a difficult day.
I hurt thinking of what may have happened to you.
I hurt knowing that wherever you are, you're unable to get back to us.
I hurt knowing that I've failed in finding you.
I hurt so much missing you.
I hurt knowing I'm either crazy believing that you're out there somewhere, and I hurt thinking you aren't.
Our little Lexington is six months old and cutting her first tooth. She's healthy and happy, and every day, she looks more and more like you. Even her mannerisms complement yours. She smiles when she sees your videos on television. She laughs out loud, and she's starting to sit up unassisted.
Our London has dove into piano, and over summer vacation, she attended music camp. She played many of your pieces, and each night as I sat and watched her play, I smiled and clapped for her. I feel like I've been distant from her, and it scares me. I need to be present for them, and in order to do that, I need to be whole. Without you, I struggle every day to become that again.
I have dreams of you often, not the nightmares that I had before, but very pleasant dreams, sometimes too pleasant. I still haven't slept in our bed, and I fear I never will again.
It's been eight months without you, and I know when I smell your pillow, it truly isn't your scent I smell, but the memory of it. People say memories fade . and that scares me senseless. I never want to go a day when I don't remember your smile, your smell, your touch, your voice, or the way you loved me.
Yours always and forever,
Em
