I cannot believe it’s been three-years. Some days, it seems like yesterday, other days it seem even longer than the three-years.
I wish you were still here. I miss you.
You are missing out on so many things and we are missing out on you.
On your smile.
What a beautiful smile you had.
Big. Wide. Warm.
And your hugs. We are certainly all missing your hugs too.
You have a great grand baby. He just turned two. He was born ten-days shy of the first anniversary of your passing. I was afraid he would arrive on the day. You know? You would have loved that probably, Aleca not so much maybe.
I wish you could tell me what it is like where you are. Is heaven really all it’s cracked up to be? Were all of your fears unfounded? Are you, OK?
It’s scary to be a part of life going on without you. It means someday, life will also go on without me.