I miss you so much. It's not your birthday or an anniversary or any special day. I just miss you. That's not to say that I don't appreciate my friends and family and what they do for me, there are just times that I really miss you.
I imagine how you would be. I picture you as the best listener in the world. Maybe that's because I still talk to you and wonder what your advice would be. I picture you with a happy family - a loving wife and kids. Maybe that's because I remember you as so sweet and caring. Of course, I have no idea how you would be if you were still alive. But for some reason, I don't think I'm too far off.
And when I miss you, I imagine how much more mom and Dan must miss you. I was so young when you passed away. Dan not only had to lose a sibling when he was 13, but he was also there when the accident happened. And mom had to not only lose a child, but also make the decision to let you go.
I know you're out there watching over us and making sure we're safe. I love you.
