Early morning hours

It’s Friday morning. The quiet in this house if deafening. Not long ago Arthur’s alarm would be going off soon. I would love to hear him playing his guitar, or the piano. The constant tapping of him texting used to drive me insane, but oh what I wouldn’t give to hear that sound. Even an argument between he and Wolfgang would be music to my ears. The things I used to get so easily annoyed by are the things I miss the most! I always thought I appreciated the little things.. Now I cherish EVERY small moment of everyday that I have with my family. Every breeze that blows across my face, each moment of each day that I have left on this earth is a gift I will never again take for granted. I love you Artie…


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