You will never get in trouble for breaking curfew.. You won’t get your license and we won’t take pictures of your first date.. We will never fish together again.. Never cook another meal together.. I won’t cry at your wedding.. Daddy, myself, your brothers and sisters, we won’t wait outside the delivery room for your first baby, and You will never hold Wolfgang’s children or tell them stories about their dad. For us it is an eternity of nevers..
As silly as it seems, Olive Garden for the the first time without Artie was tough. I know exactly what he would have ordered, chicken marsala and a rootbeer. It didn’t really hit me until we were home and I grabbed the bottle of dressing we got out of the car. Arthur cooked the best steaks ever! He would marinade them in the dressing and they were always so tender and full of flavor. Just another reminder that the simple things, the things we take for granted are the very things we will miss when they are gone.
I miss you my boy. You are always here with me but I still miss your face.. I love you!