It doesn’t feel like you’re gone.
I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. I don’t know if it is just a shield against the agony of accepting that we will never see you again.
Every now and then I’ll see something, hear something, remember something, and think, “I wonder what Daddy would think of this,” and then I remember that you’re not here.
Your memory is an indelible part of how we move through our lives, everyday. We always carry you with us; it cannot be helped.
You were a kind person, above all else. We were lucky.
Right now it feels like we haven’t seen you in a while, and we won’t see you again for a very long time.
But I go through each day knowing that we will see you again, one day, in Christ. It helps.
Your daughter, Chinyelum