Linda, as I walk the path we use to enjoy, a soft breeze blows gently though the trees.  I stop and close my eyes as I smell the fragrance of so many flowers.

 

How many of the birds I see were here when we use to walk hand-in-hand? Everything looks the same and yet the most beautiful flower of all is gone.

 

If only you were here. All of this reminds me so much of you. This is what we use to do together.

 

The memory I have of you is not the same today. The rays of the sun beating down on my face do not feel the same without you.

 

The stillness around me, while walking this path, brings back so many memories of you.  Everything is so familiar, and yet it isn’t the same when walking alone.