I’m feeling a little extra sad today.
Today it has been exactly 23 months since you left us.
It’s a topic too hard to talk about in March, but I am glad I am able to today.
I still miss you frequently. And I am glad I do – it means I have not forgotten.
I am not religious, so I have no faith that you can ever hear me again.
But on the off chance that you do, I’d want you to know: You were loved. You are missed.
Rest well, my friend.
Love, February.

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