He was so giving. I think I wanted to be like him. I remember him teaching me how to make a low resonance by blowing air just right on an almost empty water bottle. He would always bring us mind teasers, and games and toys. Maybe my love of trucks came from his "old rusty." I miss him. I think I started growing out and donating my hair to locks of love because he did. My counseling appointments are right by house. I took a trip down memory lane today.
Today I was thinking on all the things he hasn't been here for. How much I wish I had more time with him. When I get down, and have bad thoughts, I think of my sweet nieces and nephews. I think of all the experiences they would want me at, the games they'd want me to play with them, running around the yard with them, fishing with them, laughing and cuddling with them. I think of the things I would deprive them of.
I don't agree with Miley Cyrus all that often, but she had a song that says, "I miss you, I miss your smile, and I still shed a tear every once in a while, even though it's different now, you're still here somehow, my heart won't let you go and I need you to know, I miss you.
Even when it doesn't feel like it, there is always someone that will miss you. Remember those people. They will help you in your weak moments. You are not alone.
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