Yes, I talk to Donny every day. I thank him for things he did that help me now. He set the mortgage payment up so that it paid without me having to do anything. He told me that password for his laptop...again! I never could remember what it was and I asked him just days before I lost him. I found that he had bought a multi-pack of the bar soap we both liked. Some things seem little, others give me pause and I am grateful for the things he did for me.
Besides talking to him, I write him a letter most every day. In those first few horrible days I poured my grief out to him in those letters. I told him I loved him, that I missed him and wondered how I was supposed to get by without him.
I don't regularly reread those letters, but recently I read the first couple again. I was surprised to find that things I had told him in those early days were repeated in later letters. I don't write to him every day and I don't have a certain time of day that beckons me to his computer. I just write him when the mood strikes. Sometimes I want to tell him something that happened that day. Being empty nesters we spent a lot of time together. I always looked forward to seeing him at the end of my work day and catching up with each other.
So I talk to him. I know that somewhere out there he is still listening.
The Hopeful Romantic