Christmas means Friendships...

Christmas means..... Good Friends

Field of Dreams...With our Families

Joe, Me, David, Andrea was missing, Dave, Michael and Helena

A very dear friend of Joe's and mine, called the other day, I call him my "conscious", he always knew what I was thinking, going to do, and what I was going to say....he is a good friend! We talked for a while, talked about the crazies that we did on and before Christmas, before we had our children, how when I first met Joe, how he was into tools way back then, that he wanted a screw driver set, not just any kind of screw drivers, but a set for left handed people, well being in High School and not knowing about tools, I went to Sears, looked through all the tools, couldn't find a " Left Handed Screw Driver Set" so I ask for help! I had the whole department laughing, the person went on the inform me that all screw drivers are the same! I was mad as hell, got home and called him, told him what the person said, and all I heard on the other end of the phone, was a jolly laugh! I knew at that point if I was going to be going out with Joe, I had to stay one step ahead of him! That weekend when we met with friends they all wanted to know about the Left Handed Screw Driver Set! I had told my kids about that story, one that I did forget about, David couldn't believe that I asked for that screw driver set, but he said knowing how his dad was, he might have done the same thing! I had friends come and ask me when we were first married, that life must have been very funny with Joe! I got in my funnies with him also, but life was good! I can now go back and have a few laughs, I still miss him a bunch! I know he is still there with me, just can't see him or feel his touch. We talked about Christmas this year, how I feel, and how I didn't want Christmas this year, how he said, Joe will be there with me, the girls, the kids, each one of us in our hearts. Our memories of Christmas, will always be there, each in a special way. I can treasure my best memories of Joe. It will be hard, and tearful, I do think I can make. It will be another first, little steps at a time.

Merry Christmas!