I have missed you more this past year than before. I have grieved, I have really, really missed you.
At first, after you died, I felt so incredibly sorry for you. Your plans and dreams that would never be realized. The dog you would never see grow up. I know why you named her Faith.
Then I made myself busy, working hard at not being miserable.
Not realizing that grieving is something we must go through, those of us who are fortunate to find someone to love, someone who loves us, someone we get to spend many years with.
Someone who leaves us before we ever thought they would.