I Saw It Again

My daddy's blanket.....I saw it again last night. I cried again. I cried not too long ago because my mother asked me to wash her blue blanket and my dad's brown blanket that me and one of my brothers bought them for Christmas year before last. I got hers washed and then went to pick his up and it hit me. His smell was on it, his cologne was wafting all in that soft blanket that he covered up with. I embraced the blanket and just cried. I told my husband to take the blanket out of the washer and put it in the dryer and then put it in a black garbage bag so that I couldn't look at it. My mom had stayed with us for a couple of weeks and left this past Tuesday to go to my baby brother's house for a while and she left the blanket here. I went into her room and I gasped because that blanket was in a clear bag not a black bag. The tears flowed. God, I miss him so much and he went through so much suffering before he died. It hurts, it hurts so bad.

I know that he is with Jesus but I can't seem to let go right now. I guess that will come in time. I pray it does anyway.