He didn’t only have that orange bucket hat. This blue one had a wider brim that offered more sun protection. But as you’ve seen over the last year, he much preferred the orange one.

This photo was taken on a bridge over Indian Creek Road in Monroe County – a favorite place we often walked together. I sprinkled some of his ashes into the creek from that bridge last year.

And I haven’t been back to walk there since.

After a year …

most of the time, I’m fine. 

most of the time, I’m good.

most of the time, I miss him.