Little bombshells

I am always making a face. Randy is always looking handsome.

Randy was a graphic designer and photographer, so he has a gigantic computer. Every time I use it I feel like I’m driving a giant truck and the speedometer is in kilometers per hour and the steering wheel is on the wrong side. I’m using it, though, because I need to download everything on it and figure out what to do with it, so until then it’s sitting on my desk and there isn’t room for my little laptop.

There are all these folders on the desktop and even though I know it’s probably going to make me sad, I’ll open a folder not really knowing what will be in it but needing to know whether I should save it. One day I opened a folder called For Books Cheryll & Randy Vacations. We have an account with Blurb - a company that will print books for you from PDFs you supply. We’ve made a couple with me writing the text and Randy doing the design and photos - a cookbook for my daughter Kendall (The Cookbook) and a children’s book for our grandson Dexter (Dexter Takes a Trip). Inside this folder I found files and PDFs for a book he intended to make as a gift for me - maybe for my birthday, which is in July. Which he did not live to see.

I went through all the pages, tears running down my face as I was reminded of all the good times we had and thinking about how we won’t have any more. There’s not really any text, just divider pages with the place name, then pages of photos of us (mostly me), and the last page says I love you.