Eight.

Eight years.

I haven’t been able to talk to you, see you, hug you, for eight years.

Eight years of milestones that you’ve missed–My sweet sixteen, high school graduation, starting college.

Eight years doesn’t seem so long, but they’ve been the longest years of my life.

The pain and heartbreak over losing you doesn’t get easier, life just seems to numb the pain slightly.

Grammy, I miss you every single day. I miss spending time with you playing pick up sticks and listening to stories of the Mallard boys growing up. I miss having dinner with you and playing outside. I miss it all.

One of my biggest supports, my guardian angel. I hope I’m making you proud.

I love you.

Until we meet again.

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