Time is sneaking up. Again. Still. Forever. You are almost three. But I don't know what you look like. I don't know your personality. I don't know much about you and who you are. How does that get explained in Heaven? How will I know when I see you again? How will all those questions be answered in just a moment....the moment I hold you in my arms again?
I don't know. And some days it kills me. It's so hard to imagine something. Unless it's real. Then you don't have to imagine. I don't know how some days it's easy and some days it's not so. I hear these words to a song in my head. And I think of you. "...you went away. How dare you. I MISS you." I sings those words for you. Because it fits. I know the song wasn't written for it, but those words mean that to me. Because I do. I MISS you. So. Much.
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