You Didn't Ask Me

They didn't ask me to write a post about you, but they didn't have to. I think I do this yearly and it's the only thing that helps me feel a little better. It's crazy how much I think about you; even more this time of year. I am happy to report that I'm madly in love. I think you would love him too. The kidlets are so big now. We'd have so much fun being Aunties together. Career is falling into a lull, but I'm looking to move on to bigger and better. Family is as strong as ever, even with some setbacks. I thought I'd have it all figured out by now, but I don't. Still trying to figure out where I fit in the grand scheme of things. We would be celebrating 30 years, but I will just blow out the candles on your behalf. I miss you more and more as I get older. I just can't stop thinking about all the things we didn't get to experience together. I would trade anything to have a bologna sandwich with mustard on Roman Meal. To sit on your bed in the coolest bedroom ever. To try and fight your crazy chicken. To laugh so hard we'd cry. To make up funny dance routines. To sing random songs. To prank call the hot boys. There will never be another you. I hope you're enjoying your time in heaven. I hope you're doing cartwheels and back flips again. Cancer may have taken you, but you still live on even if it's just through me.