Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
How has it been a year?
I still miss you everyday, as people told me I would.
People also told me there would be minutes, even seconds, when I least expected it, that the thought and pain of your absence would feel like a punch to the gut, which is absolutely true.
It’s been a year – so much has happened, but I find comfort and peace that you knew the milestones were coming. You would absolutely adore your new grandson Luke. He completes our family. Your heart would burst when you see how much his big sister absolutely cherishes him to pieces. We moved into the house you had hoped we would, that would accommodate our growing family and keep us in our fabulous neighborhood. Ava loves seeing her cousins and loves Facetiming with Grandpa and Remi. Ava still talks about you everyday. We feel your presence, your love, your strength, and your courage because we know you’re looking down on us all the time. Today (and all the days) we honor and remember you.
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