The Things That Bring You Comfort

The things bring you comfort are strange. Some of them make sense, but others less so.

My car is scuffed up. It has been for a number of years. I was pissed about it at the time. Joey was driving and bumped into something that I figured was obvious and could have been avoided. He was supposed to fix it and never did. That irritated me.

I had my car cleaned recently. It came out bright and shiny, with the exception of a few run of the mill bumps and dings. And then there is that one big one; the one I was pissed about.

He never fixed it and I’m glad he didn’t. It brings me comfort. It’s proof he was here. Evidence of our life together.

I miss my husband.


One thought on “The Things That Bring You Comfort

  1. Kimberly Burge June 20, 2012 / 5:56 pm

    I miss your husband, too. I wish he had backed my car into something.

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