The hole in my heart that aches

Two weeks tomorrow, you would be 58.
Two weeks tomorrow, you would open your presents and smile.
Two weeks tomorrow, you would look at me and ask me if I could afford your gift.
Two weeks tomorrow, you’d hug me and thank me.
Two weeks tomorrow, you’d wonder why everyone was making a fuss.

That is of course if you were still with us. You’ve left a hole in the heart that was once a whole. And you created it far before you ever should have.  I miss you. I miss you each and every day. And I love you more and more as time wears on.

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