We always hated January, not only because of aftermath of Christmas, or the long dark days or the rain but because it was always the month the cancer returned but come February we would see the first spring flowers and once again had hope. Well you saw 21 of those January's hun and the last two I have been alone and boy are they long lonely days. But come February I will see those flowers and although it will be without you hope will come once again and I will see it through. It will never be the same without you but whenever I see those flowers it will forever remind me of your courage and desire to live which will spur me on. Love you always and forever hickeybod
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