It’s been two years since cancer took you. A blessing in a way because that last year of your life wasn’t much of one.
It’s still weird, sometimes, not having you here. I would give anything to hear you complain about anything, which annoyed the shit out of me.
Like you always said, and I believe. Everything happens for a reason.
I’m living on my own for the first time. It is so satisfying being on my own.
I met the woman I want to spend the rest of my live with. You’d like her. She’s strong willed like you.
I’m doing fine, Mom. I miss you like crazy though. I’ll keep your candle lit.