I can't believe it's been three months since you left us, two months and one week for him. The bottom line is that you both are not present to celebrate the season with me. But why? I still ponder that question and regardless of the effort, I make it still shocks me how different tomorrow is for me. To face the coming year is a hopeful thing but to be in it is something I WOULD BE GRATEFUL OF. Thank you, I regret it daily that I never said it often, or perhaps never actually. Both of you deserve peace differently, both of you deserve to be free from this insensitive heart of mine.
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