Two whole years since you passed. It's kinda shocking how time moves so fast and so slow simultaneously.
I always thought that a cancer diagnosis meant time. Not this neck breaking 5 days between official diagnosis and you passing that happened. It was a delirious time and I can feel this sore spot in my heart thinking about it. And you. When does it get better? When do I not feel this raw, sore grief thinking about you?
I have a son now, 9 months old. He's named after you. He's crawling and babbling and doing all these adorable baby things. You would have delighted in him. It breaks my heart that you don't get to have the grandfather experience. It is quite definitely my biggest regret in my life. I know you wanted grandkids so so badly - as if I didn't know it already, mom rubbed this in my face during an argument one time.
I miss you. We miss you. Why did you have to leave us?