Six long lonely
sad years without you. It blows my mind when I sit and think I should have
a six year old running around the use. What would the morning have been like
this morning? I bet it would have been a lot noisier than it was. Jumping on
mommy and daddy’s bed, screaming, “today my birthday mommy, I six daddy. I a
big girl.” But we didn’t get anything like that. Instead I woke up from a sneezing
attack and daddy saying ‘bless you’. Another quiet year is passing by. You’re
not hear and we are….alone.
I don’t even know how I feel about you not being with us anymore. I’m sad. I’m always sad. But essentially it is what it is. I hate that phrase but I always seem to use it. It is what it is. I can’t change things. It’s not in my power to change them. But oh boy, if I change things, you’d be here with us and we’d be getting ready to finish up you kindergarten school year and planning trips for the summer to get ready for first grade. Instead you are up in Heaven, with both of your great-grandfathers. Getting more spoiled than even possible down here.
I had this long post in my head
but I guess this will have to make due.
Happy 6th birthday
baby girl. Mommy and daddy miss you something terrible.
