It’s been a year teta. The void you’ve left is not nearly filling up yet. In fact it feels deeper every time I think about you.
Would you believe me if I tell you not a day passes that I don’t think of you?
Not a night passes that I don’t pray to you?
Not a holiday passes where I don’t cry myself to sleep thinking about how different things would be if you were still around?
My 24th birthday passed this year and all I wanted was a happy birthday from you.
That was too far fetched. But I hope you felt my presence when I laid down some flowers for us to celebrate it together.
I wanted to tell you what I learned. I wanted you to be proud.
I talk to you several times every day. Do you listen like you used to?
I’ve made peace with your absence but my emotions when it comes to you are like a dormant volcano erupting more often than I’d like to admit.
I wear the earrings you gave me. I intentionally wear your gifts like decorations for a soul deeply saddened by your departure.
I hope I’m making you happy with my decisions and achievements.
You do exist teta. Whether or not you feel me is arguable.
But a person who sows so much love never truly dies.
You live through me. That’s not arguable.