I am in Nashville.  Remember when we took the bike trip here?  I didn’t think the memories would be here waiting for me, but I looked out the window while in my Uber ride, and saw the LaQuinta where we stayed…that stupid swimming pool with the broken light / electrical hazard.  What are the chances I would glance out the window and just happen to see THAT motel?  Stupid question, that happens to me all the time.  Again, I think you are somewhere orchestrating this.

I am staying at the Gaylord, right by the Grand Ole Opry.  (Beautiful place that you would have loved, but we couldn’t afford at the time.) I see you everywhere. Nashville was your place and I can’t look at anything without it being somehow filtered through our memories.  We are going downtown tonight and I am not sure how I will handle that.  I went back and looked at the pictures we took at the Ryman, the circle…oh that circle!  You connected with that in a way that amazed me.  I almost want to stand on it again and see if I can somehow feel you.  What would you say to me if you could?  What would I feel?

I am trying to focus on the reason I am here.  The conference.  When I do that, I can kind of leave your memory behind…a little. The last time I worked with this organization and went to scout speakers, I was in Anaheim with you.  Surely you remember this?  This is where you insisted on coming out with me and then stalked me at the sessions.  For this reason, when I walk out of a session, there is part of me that ALWAYS looks for you.  Somehow, even though I can’t see you, I think you really ARE there.