I looked over at you sitting in your chair
You asked, why do you stare?
I'm making a memory for that day
When I look over and you're not there.
Part of sharing my voice is sharing from my soul, my grief, my joy. We bought this chair shortly after Richard was diagnosed as we knew he needed a chair he could recline in, be comfortable in and sleep in if necessary. My niece made this quilt for him. The chair has now become Sophie’s (our Boxer girl) chair.