One Year

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It’s been one hell of a year, hell being the operative word. Because it’s the closest thing to hell I hope I ever have to experience. Knowing I’ll never be able to see your smile again in the flesh, hurts the most. Pictures can only do so much. I miss your comfort when I’m having a bad day,  and your counsel when things don’t go my way. I miss you so much. You’ve missed so much. You are thought of so much.

Hearing other people’s stories about you are the best. You touched so many people in your time down here with us, and you’ve touched so many more you’ve never even met. You’re an inspiration for me to be the best that I can. I just want to trust God like you did, have faith like you did, love like you did.

I’m still single. Future Mrs. Me has a lot to live up to. Maybe I’m picky,  or maybe I just haven’t found a girl you’d approve of. Or maybe I have and the timing isn’t right yet. But one thing is for sure, I’m not settling for anything less than a girl who loves God like you did. I know you just wanted to see me in love. I hope that comes true.

Jess, Dad and I miss you so much. You are always in our thoughts. The anniversary of your passing was hard, but thinking of you kept a smile on my face. I love thinking about you,  and all of our moments together. I can’t wait to see you again. Have fun up there. See you soon!

I miss you so much, Mom.

One thought on “One Year

  1. La extraño tanto hijo que a veces se me olvida que no esta con nosotros,su amor tan grande hacia ti te da fuerzas para seguir adelante,una madre como ella es insustituible,nunca te olvidaremos amiga mía te ame y te seguiré amando y extrañando,dios te bendiga mi querido Esteban.

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