The last two days have been very emotional for me. I had a call from the mortuary that Dennis was ready to be returned to me. The owner offered to bring him home and yesterday Denny arrived back home at 5:45 PM. Up to now, it was almost as though he would walk into our home at any time...now I am reminded that it will never be so. One day last week in a frustrated moment I shouted "you are not even hear to hear me!" Well now he is. I like to think of him sitting in the yard wearing one of his many Patriot caps watching the birds or thinking of a new garden plan or what plants to buy. Or maybe he would sit under the umbrella...one of three that shaded the plants most of the time, not us. Other times he would be reading Sound and Vison checking the latest electronics.....did I mention that there are 2 DVD players and I think even a third that is a Blu-Ray player in the garage....and how about the other home theater projector.....he loved to upgrade~! He was always busy with this or that ~~~~~~
there was always a bush to trim. He was always busy doing something.
This morning I washed the car....yes, I did. He would have been upset that it was so dusty. I even sprayed the wheels with the stuff and cleaned the dash with the other stuff...I am sure I used the right one in the right place. Today will be another tearful day as I think of all the good times and all the times he drove me crazy with the electronic things. Where was I when he bought all those drills? At last count there are 4 of them in the garage. I still find it difficult to think I will not hear his voice calling "Graz" or find him in the garden or playing music or a movie. I think it will be a good idea to carry my Dianna crying hankie with me......
Dennis, Mr H, Denny~~~~~~ my love, I am glad you are back with me.
there was always a bush to trim. He was always busy doing something.
This morning I washed the car....yes, I did. He would have been upset that it was so dusty. I even sprayed the wheels with the stuff and cleaned the dash with the other stuff...I am sure I used the right one in the right place. Today will be another tearful day as I think of all the good times and all the times he drove me crazy with the electronic things. Where was I when he bought all those drills? At last count there are 4 of them in the garage. I still find it difficult to think I will not hear his voice calling "Graz" or find him in the garden or playing music or a movie. I think it will be a good idea to carry my Dianna crying hankie with me......
Dennis, Mr H, Denny~~~~~~ my love, I am glad you are back with me.

