paradoxes abound.

to put it quite simply- i have the bestest, most amazing wife in the world!

she lets me sit there, like a blubbering idiot, because she knows that sometimes i just have no words. sometimes the pain and the hurt can only escape through tears.

her hand on my thigh is plenty said. not a sound being said, but everything understood. sometimes, silence truly can just say it all. (and it not necessarily be a bad thing.)

eleven years passed, on yesterday. the void is still as big as it was on 9-18-97. some things never change. yet nothing stays the same.