Dear Mary Jane,
The anniversary of your death is approaching. I can't believe it's been a year since I said good bye to you in the hospital. This is the first year in many that I haven't bought any Christmas socks. It was a funny little tradition I started with you.
I miss you so much. Up until about the last 6 months of your life, we would talk all the time. The boys and I would call you up and bring you Frosty's from Wendy's. Or we would surprise you with a visit.
Sunday dinners are different without you. There are many years of memories of sitting down together and breaking bread on Sunday nights.
Halloween was different this year also. So many years you would be outside Andy's house helping pass out candy. This year it was Wes, Andy, Jeanette, Todd, and I. Still there was a void since you weren't there.
I miss you dearly Mary Jane. I love you.
Next Thursday, it's going to be 2 years since you've been gone. It was sudden, no one was prepared to say good bye so soon.
You were in my life for 16 years. There was many winters you would drive me to work so I could get there safely.
You were my Santa for those 16 years. If people asked me, "Do you believe in Santa?" My answer would be yes, I do believe in Santa because I knew him personally. The boys still can't visit with Santa because you were their special Santa.
We still eat dinner together on Sundays. Andy or I take turns cooking the food. It's a tradition that I hope the boys will carry on when they are adults. We have lots of memories from those dinners.
I know you are watching over your grandkids up in Heaven. Nick is becoming more social. It's a great feeling watching him grow up He still reads books but will talk with his peers. He's now in Boy Scouts and DeMolay. He also started Kung Fu. Will is still Will. He would still drive you crazy since he is just like you. He'll have memories of that red chair when he thinks of you.
We all miss you dearly. We all love you. Thank you for being our Santa.
Thank you for reading about my crazy life,