This is the 8th without you.
The 8th Christmas without your whacked sense of humour.
The 8th Christmas with a piece of my heart missing.
This is the 8th Christmas I’ll be missing you.
It’s a short and sweet post…because I have no deep words of wisdom.
I miss you.
I miss your self.
I miss us.
I miss everything we were.
8 Christmas’s and so much has changed – but yet one fact remains.
I miss you. I miss us.
There will always be a seat at the table for you.
Love you forever.
This was our first Christmas without you.