Four years

Wow has it really been four years, Dad. I have learned what it means to miss someone. We would say, "I miss you" when the time seemed too longed between visits. We would say, "I miss you" when thoughts of each other pass through our minds. We would even say, "I miss you" as something to say when we don't see one another every day. Nothing prepares you for the the real meaning of missing someone. The ache that builds up inside your heart and the pit that fills your stomach. I learned something else. I learned that you are not missing any thing. God always planned for us to be here without you. He also prepared us to get through these days without you. I am learning to spend time with God so I can equip myself to handle each day He planned for me. I love you.
As always,
Your Mari