It's been three years since I wrote in this blog. I write to Taryn in a journal I've kept since she died and it's really helped me to feel like she is with me all the time. I used to talk to her every day and share my life with her and I still do. I can even hear what she would have said to me. Since 2020 and all the COVID madness it's been a rough couple of years. I've watched my three beautiful grandsons grow up and start talking. We've had a lot of holidays and birthdays. I've decided I will never stop missing her and I just accept the fact that she is part of my thoughts and a daily reminder of how short this life is. Life is precious. We only get the one life. I think she did a great job of living hers. She packed so much into her 28 years. I wish I could have seen what she would have done with more years. I think the world got cheated. I found some pictures we took of her a few years before she died. It's always fun to find those. To see her face and smiles. She's holding PJ when he was born. Pat and Heather's second son. They have four now. Tommy, PJ, Finn and Sully. July 13th, 2015, that's when these were taken...
