I think I've said before that I couldn't believe how many times I would call you and really for absolutely no reason. The sound of your voice always seemed to calm me and I could tackle whatever was stressing me out. I didn't realize this until Corbin was here and I had a TON of girl stuff to put away and a TON of boy stuff to replace it with. My house was filled with bags and bags of new and hand-me-down boys clothes and you know how I am. I was stressed to the max from the clutter in the house. Every time I went to work on the clutter, I would just break down and cry because I needed to call you and hear your voice to get my stress to go away.
You know Dad and I have always been close, too, but I never called him like I called you. It seemed when you got sick, we became even closer because of our joint efforts in trying to get you better. I still feel guilty about coming over and sitting in the kitchen talking with Dad about you when you were just in the other room sleeping. All we talked about (more like cried about) was just hoping and wishing that we could buy more time with you.
This morning I started to get that feeling again; it started to come over me like a wave and I could feel myself start down my depressed path, but I grabbed the phone and called Dad. It was nice because we didn't really talk about anything in particular and neither of us cried or told each other how much we wish you were still here (that's pretty much an unspoken truth amongst us all...we will always wish you were still here). It was just us talking, and when I hung up the phone that wave was gone. Thank you for choosing him for my Dad.
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