I can't believe it's been three years since I touched the face I long to see.
And I swear ... he came to see me today. I had a nap and woke up at exactly 3 pm (which is when he had his stroke). I looked at the clock and said, "hello baba. I love and miss you still."
and I do.
I always shall.
How can I not miss the other half of my soul?
But most of all I am grateful that I had those years.
Love. Is. Stronger. Than. Death.