It's hard to believe it's been
2 years ago today since we lost Ryan's father.
I will never forget sitting at Trysten's basketball game
and answering Ryan's phone for him.
It was Carol.
From the tone of her voice,
I knew it wasn't good,
but never would I have fathomed what she would soon tell us.
Two years have gone by,
and we have had to learn to accept his absence.
The realization creeps up and literally hurts.
I watch my husband
long to be able to call his father and catch up,
tell him about his incredible finish of his first quarter at McAfee,
swap complaints and frustrations regarding their beloved Cowboys,
set up tee times for the weekend
or just talk about the kids.
Those moments we all take for granted before they're gone.
When I look at this picture,
I'm reminded of so many good times...
Here's to you, Ed.
We love you so very much.