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8 years





In just a couple of hours, it would mark 8 LONG years since I heard your last breath.
They say time eases the heartache and heals all wounds.
But as wounds may heal and pain may lessen, the heartache will always remain.

It may not be as profound as it initially was, but it's still there.
Reminders of you are everywhere -
Pictures on the wall, sporadic pieces of clothing still intertwined with mine.
Your voice in my head, and your smile once I close my eyes



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I remember looking back at you in the car that day, and Bob Marley's song came on the radio. You looked at me and said "mommy, no worry, is gonna be alwight". At just three years old, you were assuring me that no matter what happened, everything was going to be alright. 







Yes, it's been 8 years since I last held you, but you are with me every day.



I carry you in everything I do and everything I say
you are my reason, you are my why
you are the burst of energy that recharges my drive.

I missed you yesterday, and I miss you today.
I will miss you always.

Til' I see you again, I promise to carry you in my heart.




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