Four years.
Four long, years.
And not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
You were outspoken, honest, and if someone didn't like you for it, then fuck them.
I guess that's were I get my bluntness from.
The day you died, will never be erased from my memories. I relive that fateful phone call in my darkest dreams. Sometimes I still dial your number, just to tell you how my day was. And then I remember that you're gone.
Mom still calls you sometimes, too.
Just to hear the operate state that the number dialed has been disconnected.
Every year Timothy celebrates a birthday, it's a reminder that we are missing you birthday girls, you and Melissa.
The only comfort I have, is knowing the two of you are up there somewhere...together.
We love and miss you.
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