Kimmie, I miss you.

I miss having you to talk to.  I see your daughter and talk to her and I want to talk to you about it. She and Anthony are getting to be so close, but that doesn't surprise me. I mean, they always have been. It isn't easy, but I feel like maybe I am helping her.

I wish I could talk to you about it. I wish that I had you here to bitch to about my job, my boyfriend, my inability to get off my ass and get some exercise.  I want to talk to you about Sex and the City and when oh when will we find our big.  I don't like being by myself in the middle.   And who do I have to talk to about Grey's.  Who can push me, spur me, tell me to keep on doing everything that I want to do. Tell me that I can be a lawyer. Tell me to finish my Bachelor's. 

I will do that. I will do that in your honor.

It seems like such a long time ago.  SO many things and times I didn't get to spend with you. The little things always seemed to take precedent and now, I can't even remember why I didn't drive up more often.

You never got to see my dog. She is so cute. You would have loved her.  Shyanne talks to you. Can you hear her?? She thinks you can, she actually has conversations with you.

My mom is having a hard time. I wish you could tell her you are ok. 

I know you want us to go on. And we are, life is funny that way. It's not like we get a choice. The sun comes up and sets everyday.  Whether we want it to or not.  I miss you.  And I promise, I will.