Still...

I still miss you.

I still think of you.

I still hurt when the word ‘family’ is mentioned. We are a family, but a big chunk is missing. 

I still want to know who you would have been.

I still wonder who you would look like.

I still cry.

I still relive the day we lost you.

I still wonder who that girl is in the pictures who never realized she could and would lose a baby someday.

But in all this stillness, I’m here. I’m living. I’m breathing. 

Not a day has gone by since we said goodbye that you haven’t crossed my mind in some little or big way.

Thank you for changing me, for teaching me, guiding me, and choosing me.