As another Christmas season is upon us, I can’t help but to remember the great people that I can no longer share it with. I think they would be proud of me. I hope they would be proud of me. Memories are a funny thing. They can make you cry and make laugh, then make you wish it could all have been a little different. If I still had those people in my life, how different would my life be? Would I be married with twins? What adventures would have been? What advice would they give me? How would they have shaped my life, my thoughts, my world? All of these people left us too soon. Left me too soon.
But I think I’ve done them proud. I miss them. I often wonder what great things they would have done. And then there are the questionable things….those I think I probably miss the most. Nothing makes me laugh harder then stupidity. I don’t mean that in a bad way, rather a hilarious “jackass” kind of way.
I hope that where ever they are, they are well, happy, and in peace. I hope one day I won’t cry and only laugh at their memories.
I love you, I hope you always knew that.