In my peripheral view I use to see you.
A partner, co-author, builder
Educator, motivator, friend.
But some where a long the line you decided you didn’t have the time to see this through to the end. For better or for worst really was for better…only.
I use to wish we had the chance to see better but,
As the days float by the memories become distant clouds in my rearview fading slowly
For the better. The time as come to make a right turn and on the next road I won’t see you in my view at all. I realize I’m not the man with the plan, I’m just a woman trying to survive this wasteland. You were many hard lessons but when life gives you lemon you make lemonade. You are also many millions to be made.