Sometimes, in the store, or driving down the road....ill see someone who looks like him....or a yellow truck like his. For a split second I think is that ....and then I realize it can't be. I hate it. Its like losing him again. Making tamale pie for tomorrows dinner. I wonder if he ever tried it. I'm certain he would've told me about it. I wish I could run down the road and let him have a slice. I haven't blogged in a while. Life has changed quite a bit...things are still crazy as ever....life still goes on!