You have been gone for eight years now.
Some days, it seems like an eternity; others, it seems like not very long at all. Grief is the strangest thing. Just when I think it is gone, it comes again and grabs me by the throat.
What madness to have always had someone there…
…and then he’s gone.
I miss you every day.
Thank you for teaching me to be generous, even when I didn’t think I had enough to give away. And thank you for teaching me to be loving, even when I didn’t think I was worthy of being loved.
Thank you for holding me up through so many first steps…
So I could grow up to take and make all the ones I didn’t expect to be taking and making on my own.
The human heart is strange, and huge, and great, and elastic. And in my heart, you will always be a part of me.