Dear Jonesie:

Can you believe it? 11 freaking months we’ve had to learn to live without you. It’s quite hard to believe, yet not that hard to believe. We are walking oxymorons around here. Don’t worry about it.

Jack continues to struggle, I’m not going to lie. He resumes face to face school in 2 weeks and I’m hoping that helps return some normalcy to his life. His attitude sucks. The things that used to make him happy no longer do. I’ve taken away his x box for an undisclosed amount of time, and I have to say, I think it’s actually helping him become a happier person. He’s playing again, using his imagination and actually having to entertain himself. He has his brother ask about 5.2 times a day when he’s getting it back and my answer every time is “I’m not sure you will.” You can imagine how well that goes over. He lost another tooth, a molar this time, yet the canine he lost approximately 2 years ago still hasn’t shown its face. I’m certain some kind of dental intervention is going to be required but I don’t like thinking about that.

We went up to Virginia this weekend for a baseball tournament that ultimately got rained out. Not all was lost though, we had quite a good time at Top Golf (I kicked everybody’s ass, Colt whined because it wasn’t always his turn, Jack also didn’t love that it wasn’t always his turn or that he didn’t hit the ball perfectly every time and Mimi just genuinely enjoyed herself). All in all, it was one of our favorite canceled tournaments!

Colt is still as amusing as ever. He’s quite temperamental these days, choosing to wear his heart quite loudly on his sleeve. You know when he’s happy. And you definitely know when he’s not. He’s doing great in virtual kindergarten so far but I look forward to him heading into the classroom and having actual interaction with his teachers and making new friends. If that’s allowed during Covid. I’m not sure. There’s so many rules to follow. Today in class we read a book about “My Dad” and I was quite nervous when the teacher showed the title. I thought for sure Colt was going to mention that he no longer had a dad but he didn’t. He participated and didn’t bat an eyelash at any of it. Meanwhile, I may have been sniffling in my sleeve just a bit.

Losing you has taught us so many things. Well, I can’t speak for the boys, and they are probably too young at this point to know what it has taught them, but I can speak for me and not everything has been negative. My writings have become fewer and further between. Apparently my sadness is my muse and the more time that goes by, the less sad I feel, as is the nature of time passing and time healing all wounds and all that bullshit people tell you to make you feel better. I guess they tell you because it is true. If we had to live with unbearable pain for the rest of our lives, I’d venture to guess that we wouldn’t live a great deal longer. The biggest thing I’ve learned is to let go. I no longer sweat the things I cannot control. I worry so much less. I accept so much more. And it’s made me a much happier person. I’m quicker to laugh. I offer help more often. I say yes more often. So many insecurities have held me back in my life. You always tried to teach me to lighten up. And it only took your death for me to finally listen. Is it too late to say that you were right?

I’ve also learned to accept myself, to love myself, just as I am. Is there room for improvement? Always. But you know what, I’m not so bad. I’m mostly kind, damn funny, pretty easy going and kind of helpful. I’m still not the worlds best cleaner, I still get awkward in crowds or with people I don’t know, I’m still short on patience and yell too often, I will never let go of the excessive sarcasm and I will probably always eat more than I should because I freaking love food. And wine. I also love wine. But these are my traits. And in the words of T.O., I love me some me. Kidding. I mean, I do love me but I’m not quite as in love with myself as T.O. seemingly is with himself. The point is, I’m ok with who I am and where I am and I’m always ready to learn and grow. And losing you, well, right or wrong, it helped me learn how to love me some me.

Life is not bad. We will still have our struggles. But we are strong and we know how to get through them. We are surrounded by so many amazing people, some we’ve always had and some new and unexpected ones. Our hearts are open and as cliche as it is, the future is looking pretty bright. We wish you were here to see it but hopefully you have the bird’s eye view wherever you are.

I don’t know how much longer I will keep writing. The more time passes, the better I feel, the less I feel I have to say. Cheers to you my love. You are forever in our hearts. You are forever a part of me. I love you.

Love,

Poopsie