Every year it becomes more and more apparent that you’re gone. Stupid eh? I mean, I know you’ve been gone from the moment you took your last breath.
But pictures don’t lie.
I’m taking new pictures, creating new memories, and everything is changing.
But the pictures I have of you are all the same. There’s no new ones. No Christmas 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2015, 2017 and now there won’t be a Christmas 2018.
Seven fucking Christmas’s without you. Without making memories with you. Without sharing the life we planned.
It’s hard to believe it’s been seven Christmas’s without you.
But here we are again, my Love. A Christmas without you, without the traditions we had, without you sharing in the joy of being a Daddy, and now a Grandpa.
Thank you for the dime I found today. Thank you for reminding me that you’re still here and still around.
I miss you.