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Randall (Randy) Franklin Livingstone August 15, 1962 – January 16, 2006 Written January 16, 2007, as the bell tolls... A year has passed since we last dropped you off at the truck. Some days it feels like forever ago and others just yesterday. I want to just sit here and write how much I miss you and wish you were here with us, but I know that won't help. Anyone who knows me, knows how much I miss you, that will never stop. The children have been doing great in school. Thomas has joined a leadership program at church and is helping lead programs at Sunday School. Who would have thought that shy boy could speak in front of a group? He's still doing great in school, ahead in spelling as usual. He's continued in swimming lessons and is doing so well. You would be so proud of him. Amanda is now in grade one. It was a little strange not having her puttering around the house looking for glue and markers during the day. She really loves school and has so many friends. She's also in swimming and is actually letting water touch her face! Your little princess has grown so much this year. Samuel started nursery this year. It was so hard to see our baby go. He is a little flirt and a true ladies man, just like his Daddy was, I know I am going to have my hands full with him. Friends call often and come over for coffee and I do the groceries in the afternoons while they are all in school. They miss you and we all talk about you all the time. We smile and laugh as we remember all the things we did with you. You are such a common topic at the dinner table. I don't ever want the children to forget the things they did with Daddy, so we keep you alive this way. I went to the convention with the website ladies this past summer. It was a bittersweet union. I know that we had planned to go together; but, Randy, I drove highways you drove, saw sights you saw, even waved and honked at other truckers from home. I hope it made them smile to see a truckers wife with a van full of kids waving wildly as they passed on the highway! The women I met were awesome and we formed a bond that will remain forever. Christmas was hard, very hard. I focused on what is had been all about for us before... The kids. We had an open house and about 100 friends and family came and hung out, and shared food and drink. The children played, watched movies and did crafts. It was a busy day, but so great to watch the kids having fun. It was nice to be able to give back a tiny bit of what has been so graciously given to us over this past year as well. We spent Christmas eve and Christmas at your sister's. It was nice to be with family who love you and miss you as much as we do. We had so many people touch our Christmas in so many ways, that even though you were not here with us, your spirit was, in all the ways that so many people reached out to us. The new year brought in a whole new round of emotions for me. Mostly because I knew this day would be here soon. I am not at all sure how I am going to handle it, one reason why I wanted to sit and write something before it actually passed. In about 24 hours, it will be about the time I got the call a year ago, to tell me that I lost my husband. That will be a moment in my life that I never forget. In the past year, I have been reminded over and over that there are also many other times in my life that I will never forget. The day we met and sat talking and talking. The moment you got the courage to ask me out on a date. The way you proposed, the day we opened the front door to our first home. The day you suggested that we stop using birth control and the way you held me after the first miscarriage. The way you let me crush your hand each time I was in labour, the way you smiled when you saw your baby for the first time, all three times! The way you held me when you came home from being on the road the first time and the way you would say I love you and hug and kiss each of your children when we dropped you off at the truck. Randy, I have so many wonderful memories of you. How you laughed, how you smelled after you shaved, how you held your children and comforted them. You know, as well as I do, that our lives were not perfect, but whose lives are? I can say we never went to bed without coming to some kind of resolution and you always left for the road with hugs, kisses and love. My dear sweet Randy, I pray that you are waiting in heaven until the day that we can be together again. I love you, my Randall... my dear, sweet man. Main - Photos - Poem - Radio Memorial - One Year - Guestbook The trucker behind "a truckers wife". I own a bought copy of all
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