There was too much left to say and do, too many hugs to give. Too many things to look forward to together. I'm not sure you were ready, either, though looking back it seems you may have known somehow.
I hope you know and felt how much I love you, though I'm sure I didn't tell you enough while we were together.
The thing is, in many ways, you are still here. I look in the mirror and see you in my face. I hear you in my voice and in my songs, feel you in my feelings, recognize your patterns in my thoughts. The ways I laugh, drive, see things--you're in them. Even my knees and toes look like yours, and remind me how much you are a part of me.
Any time here without you is too much, even though the pain has softened into fond memories over these many years. But I've learned to thank God for the time we had--and that trusting Him is the only way to go through each day.
After all, you had your purpose here, and part of it was me. Now it's time for me to seek and live my purpose here. Thanks to you, I'm here to live it. I'm grateful.
You are always in my heart, until we meet again. 💚
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Me and my Daddy on Grandfather Mountain
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