One last hurrha camping trip to breath in fresh air, relax in the hammock and suck the melted part of the marshmallow after it has been toasted a beautiful carmel color. Thoughts of you flooded into my brain. Memories of you by the fire, taking pictures and getting dinner ready. Tears flowed freely as I knew you were in a better place; without pain, but my heart yearning for one more hug, giggle, and someone coming up to hold my hand.
When the tent site was finished and the audio book began, I got in my hammock to look up and find a man sitting in the front seat of a creepy white van looking over in my direction. You would have laughed. We would of had jokes for years; the kind where we only knew the punch line. More tears.
Nothing happened. An occasional look up to see if he was still there; yep. Eating his dinner, sitting in the front seat of his van. A giggle escaped knowing I would be sleeping with my steel pipe next to me in the tent. You would have laughed. We would have giggled all night; me probably peeing my pants.
Everything the same. Fire, dinner, S'mores, eggs for breakfast, a good hike, but without you. It's like eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without jelly. I love bread. I love peanut butter. I miss the jelly.
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