“Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.” A quote by William Shakespeare that only comes close to how great you were. I love and miss you much.

In life there are so many chances to speak up, to grow up, to act up. These moments so small, so insignificant and minuscule; in the end those moments define who we are. Those moments, those minuscule, those insignificant, those small moments, in the end, they mean everything. Whether it’s a stranger greeting a lost soul, or a perfect motherly figure til times end. There are so many moments we are given, so many laughs and smiles. So many moments we take for granted, forever and ever. In life we have doors, and these moments are the keys. The pieces to a never-ending puzzle that fails to be understood. The words to a book in which you never looked. So much time we lost, so many times we missed. Frankly, it isn’t fair… Some things were never meant to be lost. Some roads were never meant to be paved. To be honest, I keep expecting to turn around and have more of those moments, keep expecting to turn around and have more time. I keep hearing what has been lost, and keep hoping it is just that. I keep seeing who you are, who you were, and who you will always be. I keep hoping this is a terribly bad dream, keep hoping that I’ll wake up sometime soon. I keep having this weight in my chest and it pains so to be unable to ask you where you are now and if you are okay. And yet, I keep thanking God each and every day, for although this was His will, and I don’t understand His way, He still gave me you. Because although this was His will, He still kept close to you.