t’s been three years since you left and there is not one minute of every day that I don’t love and miss you and wish that you were her, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember your calloused hands, your huge knuckles, the way my hand felt wrapped in yours and how comfortable my head felt resting on your shoulder, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember that butterfly feeling I’d get when you’d walk into the room and the way you could melt my heart with one flash of that cheeky smile, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember the way you’d laugh at all of those stupid red-neck shows on TV and I would laugh along, laughing at you laughing, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember all the little things you used to do that showed me you loved me, like going up to the shops to bring me a coffee every Sunday morning so I didn’t have to drink instant, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember all the little routines we had like Friday Buy-Day and Big Breakfast Saturday mornings and you nagging me for the millionth time about making sure we had snacks while we watched the football, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember the tickle of your whiskers on my forehead when you’d kiss me goodbye in the morning and the way you’d let me warm my feet on you in the middle of winter when they were as cold as ice, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember all the little routines we had like Friday Buy-Day and Big Breakfast Saturday mornings and you nagging me for the millionth time about making sure we had snacks while we watched the football, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember the way you loved our daughter, protected her, fought with her, cheered her own and was so proud of her, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember how fiercely you loved and stood up for your family and friends, unwavering in your determination to be there for them if they needed you, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember your passion for fishing and the way you’d tell me about all of the equipment you just HAD to have and the way you’d need no excuse whatsoever to “flick a lure”, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember how certain songs, movies and memories will stop me in my tracks like a physical blow to my stomach because it reminds me of you and the fact that you’re not here anymore, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember the way you loved your chooks, would avoid the dishes like the plague, was an impulse buyer, loved Rod Stewart, played lawn bowls, loved trying to get your face on TV at all of the Raiders home games, had an incredible work ethic and loved our family camping holidays, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember word for word the phone call that turned my world upside down, still…

It’s been three years since you left and I remember thinking that no matter how many years pass I will love and miss you my entire life and how unfair this is, still…

Always & forever…