I was going to write about this later but a little voice is telling me to do it now. In thirteen days it will be six months since Sara passed away. While her spirit is still strong here, her presence is sorely missed. The house is quiet and the sounds of the evening news or Judge Judy is silent. In the last four months of her life Sara watched "Judge Shows" daily and the raucous dialogues between defendants and the judges would ring through the downstairs. No longer.
I personally believe in the hereafter and I'm sure she is watching over us. The influence is subtle, but there every day. There will never be another like her.
The winter weather seems to be ebbing so today I charged the battery on the big Kawasaki and went for a ride. In addition, the sounds of other motorcycles were present as they passed by the house. A new season looms.