I miss my conversations with Shawn. At this point, any topic would be inviting. I remember him teaching me about his new found interest in photography and although I didn’t understand all the technicalities he described, I was completely intrigued with his passion. It is hard not to pay attention to someone when they are talking about a subject they love. His enthusiasm was contagious.
I would love to talk to him again about cooking, his computers, writing, growing an herb garden, traveling, camping, our faith, our dream to record a CD with original music, his psychology class, my new eating habits, or a thought provoking movie. And I would especially love to concentrate on the theme of parenting and raising children with strong character and integrity.
Shawn was a good conversationalist. He was interesting to listen to, but even more of an attribute on his part, he was a very good listener. I loved analyzing life with him. In three short days we would have been married seven years. Every anniversary we took time to enjoy a longer conversation, one without the constraint of time or tiredness. I miss that. I miss talking to him. I miss hearing his voice. I miss being listened to. I miss him.
