It's been five years, today, since you left. And I miss you just as much as I did when you first died. Now that Dad is also gone, well....I may be 55, but I still feel like an orphan. I get some comfort thinking the two of you are together, along with Heidi - that may not be what I'm supposed to believe, but it's what I do believe.
There are things I've wondered about that only you can answer. Who gave you the heart necklace and why was it hidden in your drawer? What was up with the cork collection? I don't even know how you and Dad met, what you did on your first date. I must have asked, you must have told me, but I don't remember.
That last visit we had together was so sweet. You were so tender, and so vulnerable. I came away with no regrets because you said what I needed to hear, and I said what I needed to say. Nothing remained unspoken. Do you know what an enormous gift that was? And I hope you felt gifted.
All my love,