Pete Stivason

Pete Stivason

When I look at this portrait hanging among all your mounts (where I know you’d feel right at home!), I remember what a loving and giving husband you were. When I see Mike’s eyes light up when he gets a deer and how safety conscious he is, I think of you. When I see the twinkle in Emma’s eyes because she did something (like slide down a banister), that is a little devilish, I think of you.

When the day has wound down and the weight of the world has finally fallen off my shoulders and I reflect back on what I accomplished, I think of you. That’s when I miss you the most. It gets awfully lonely sometimes trying to do everything alone that we used to do together.

Yesterday was your birthday and I always made a fuss with the cake and the new bow etc., along with all our friends stopping by, but yesterday was quiet because we are in two different places. I keep going because I know that some day we will do those things again. Happy Birthday Darling. You and Dad are the best guardian angels that anyone could ask for.

Take good care of Kansas and give Dad a hug. I will love and miss you till that day when you come to get me.