I love this song. It so expresses how I feel all the time. I keep hoping my loved one will walk through the door and give me one last hug. I remember sitting in the snow outside the hospice where he died. I couldn't believe it had happened. It happened so quickly. He got to say he loved me before he died. I miss him from the very fibes of my being. His smile. The way he was friendly to everyone including strangers like cashiers. He would start up conversations with them. He loved cows. I have one I gave to him. And an afghan he knitted for me. I love you Stan and I wish you to rest in peace. I'll join you soon.
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