I think that after three years I’ve managed to galvanize the pain, sadness and longing to sit across from him and just talk, into a bittersweet happiness of having known him and be raised by him. I still miss him, though.
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I hear the missing never goes away.
Personally, I can’t believe it’s been 3 years. It feels like it was just last year.