The last time I held your hand feels like an eternity ago, but the last time we spoke feels like yesterday. I can still remember exactly what your voice sounded like. I miss listening to voicemails from you.
Can you believe I’m getting married this year? Everyone is very excited. I am too, but I wish so badly that you could walk me down the aisle with Mom. I wish I could dance with you.
Whenever I see certain birds, whenever I find a dime on the ground, I think of you. But it’s music that reminds me of you most of all...especially Motown and the song ‘Above The Treetops’. I imagine you cooking in our old house, or driving together with the windows down on a summer evening. I miss listening to Finkelman’s 45s with you.
You would be so proud of Mom and Cady if you were here. I know you can see them, but I just have to tell you. We will continue to make you proud and will continue telling everyone how proud we are that you were ours.
Miss you. Love you.