how was your day?

Well mom i still find myself thinking ....your really gone..i am busy though working on your house..as you know we have finished the drywall and the color coat is coat is going on tommorrow...and paint on friday...i think of you when im there working and pictured you standing in the area you were when we went to look at the house when it was just framed...it does give me peace to know you did get to stand in it..and i have pictures too...dad is doing fine he mowed the lawn today..i know i know...same as usual..being i told him i will mow it...he liked to do that when you were here...i think he likes to think..hey look at me i took care of it..i still can..but likes to know if he cant it will be done...and of course like he would say to you andme...he says i really worked myself over today...im gonna pay for it...and you would roll your eyes...nothing much has changed...so hows heaven? its still wierd for me to think of you being here one minute and next up there...up there was so far away..but you bridged it and let go..how did it feel? your room still smells of you...i go in there at least once a day to smell...and as i leave for work i imagine you in your bathroom and i say to you rock on tatterhead and imagine you raising your fist to mine...so now you know of the things each one of faces each day...wish you were here to talk it over though...love ya always and forever....your little boy shane....