Two weeks tomorrow, you would be 58.
Two weeks tomorrow, you would open your presents and smile.
Two weeks tomorrow, you would look at me and ask me if I could afford your gift.
Two weeks tomorrow, you’d hug me and thank me.
Two weeks tomorrow, you’d wonder why everyone was making a fuss.
That is of course if you were still with us. You’ve left a hole in the heart that was once a whole. And you created it far before you ever should have. I miss you. I miss you each and every day. And I love you more and more as time wears on.
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