In memory of firefighter/paramedic, Scott B. Wilson

March 8, 1976 - April 8, 2001

Another year has passed since we said goodbye.

Most days I can stop for a moment and remember you and smile.

Most days I can talk about you and be so proud.

Most days it's ok.

But some days it's too much.

The other day I heard water rushing through a rain-swollen creek and the memories came rushing back with it.

Some days it just hurts.

Some days I just want to share with you all that I have been given.

I wish I could share the time I spend with Cole.

Did you hear him singing on your birthday?

Leading the church in song.

I was so proud of him.

He is such an incredible kid.

And Kenzee, you'd love her.

She has been a blessing to all of us with her big brown eyes and little girl giggles.

Hand picked, we tell her.

I have so much to be thankful for.

I have great friends, an amazing family, mine and yours.

I found love again (and an even bigger family).

I found a renewed and stronger sense of faith and with that blessings too many to count.

But some days I struggle.

Some days it's too hard.

The death of your dad last year was a devastating loss to everyone who loved him.

I take comfort knowing you are together.

You are both missed by so many.

As Cole said, "I'm glad you're in Heaven", but I miss you, too.