It’s hard to believe it’s been 8 months since you went to Heaven. Time has a way of passing, yet it still feels like yesterday when I heard your voice, saw your smile, and felt the warmth of your presence. The world feels a little quieter, a little less bright without you here, but I try to find comfort in the memories we shared.
In these months, I’ve learned to carry you with me, not just in my heart, but in the little things – the moments when I catch myself smiling at something that reminds me of you or when your favorite song plays and I can’t help but sing along. Though you're no longer physically here, I know you’re still with me in so many ways.
The ache of missing you doesn’t fade, but I know I have to keep going, honoring the love we had. I still talk to you sometimes, as if you’re just a phone call away, and I like to think you hear me. I know you're watching over us, guiding us, and I take comfort in that.
It’s a strange thing, this feeling of both pain and gratitude. Pain because I miss you so deeply, and gratitude because I got to have you in my life, even if for only a short time.
8 months, yet it feels like a lifetime, and still, the love I have for you grows stronger every day. You’re always in my heart. Always.
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