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| Hermit's Rest South Rim of Grand Canyon |
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| Dancing at Kirs and Rob's Wedding |
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| TGI Fridays at the Ball Park |
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| Can you believe Julian chef who swears he cannot cook |
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| Schultz Pass Flagstaff |
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| San Francisco Peaks Flagstaff |
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| Star's Wedding |
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| Hiking in Zion |
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| Julian and Camille's Wedding, San Juan |
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| Indian Gardens, Oak Creek |
Yesterday was Julian and my anniversary. It would have been our 11th. This blog is in memory of our great times together. Today is the 6th month anniversary of Julian’s passing and I miss him so much. However, it has been fun to search for pictures of us together and add pictures of places we both love. I went a couple weeks ago to Flagstaff to see the change of seasons. Our red maple tree that we planted by our front door up there was totally red and beautiful. The aspens around the peaks were turning yellow. I really enjoyed going on some hikes and drives to see the fall colors. I’ve been busy working the past 2 months teaching my first group of nursing students since May. I was working hard to try to remember how to grade all those papers. I just finished yesterday and will start teaching another group on Tuesday.
I think back on our years together and feel so blessed to have the years and the memories. I miss his hugs, feeling him hold my hand, hearing his laugh and opinions about everything especially politics. I miss having him to share our love of nature and beauty. I miss him coming home at 6:10 every night when he was at the office. I miss coming home from work and finding him outside working on carving a pot. It was fun to see how much he did each day on the current pot. He would always ask me what I thought about this curve or that carving technique. He usually listened and often would even follow my suggestion. I still feel that he is beside me in bed just at the moment that I'm falling asleep. I miss every day things like sharing beautiful sunsets, rainbows, rain, our funny backyard birds, my flowers, his artwork or weed pots. I miss him telling everyone with a twinkle in his eye that he carves "weed" pots. I miss his jokes and how he always thought I was funny. I would ask him what I did that is funny, he would say something that didn't seem funny at all to me and probably wouldn't be funny to anybody but him.
I miss sleeping with the windows open, feeling so safe with my Marine. I will really, really miss singing the Marine Corps Hymn to him on the Marine Corps Birthday. Well, what the heck, I'll probably sing it anyway because he'll want to hear it even in Heaven.
Lower Emerald Pool Waterfall after rain
