I can’t explain the hurt that I feel everyday. The simple little things that I do, I see you. Its Christmas day, nineteen days since you left us, and still the feeling overtakes me. I know that you are in a better place, playing with past and new friends, healthy and and full of vigor. You have crossed that bridge that is written. I only hope that when its time, you greet me, as you always have, and take me across with you.