Your birthday is coming up again, and I've been spending a lot of time thinking of you. It's the second birthday without you, and while it's a little easier than it was last year, I still really miss you. I can't believe you've been gone almost 2 years.
I often wonder if you can see what's going on down here, and, if you can, how do you feel about it? A lot has changed. My health has been a bit of a challenge, but I am managing. I left a job that you know I was miserable in for a long long time, even though I was good at it. I've grown spiritually, and emotionally, and everything that has happened has made me a better person. At least, I hope it has. I like to think that you'd be proud of me.
David has grown so much. He's not a baby anymore. He's doing well in school, despite his issues, and he's a sweet and loving kid. He still reminds me a lot of daddy, but his sense of humour reminds me so much of you. He's really awesome, and I'm glad you got to meet him.
Although sometimes, the pain of missing you is really bad, I'm doing okay. No need to worry. I think I did a lot better when you died than when daddy did because now it's about more than me. I'm a mother now, and I have David to take care of. Please don't think that means I loved you any less, because I have and always will love you with everything I have. I'm just a stronger person now, I have to be. Plus, in the end, you suffered a lot, and I'm grateful that you found rest.
I think about you every day, mom, and I hope you know that. I try not to dwell on the hard stuff, since I prefer to remember your laughter and happy spirit. That is the greatest gift you gave to me, and I hope that some day David says the same of me.
I love you,