This week Tuesday marks the anniversary of when you left us. I can hardly believe it has already been 8 years. So much has happened since then. So much I wish you could have been here for. That I know you would have wanted to see and be apart. There are so many memories that should have you in them but they don’t. They say it gets easier with time but does it really? I am still not so sure.
I still see you every time I look at Sabrina.
I still hear you in a country song.
I still think of you every time I see a red Sunbird.
I still remember the road trips.
I still love high heels because you did.
I still read the precious words you left for me.
I still dream you are with us.
I still re-arrange the furniture very couple of months because you did.
I still wish I had your nails.
I still want to share my mini-donuts with you.
I still call them your cookies even when I bake them.
I still wonder at how my handwriting has changed over the years to match yours. Must have been all that practice singing your name in high school that started it.
I still want to know all things you never got the chance to tell me.
I still have so many questions.
I still wish I could have gone to Mexico with you. Or that you could have cruised with us and seen how and why we love it so.
I still laugh when I forgot to turn something off because it reminds me of you.
I still can’t even look at anything leopard/cat print without feeling your presence. It is a love/hate thing but you know.
I still feel like that little girl putting on shows for you in the living any time I turn the music on. I just have to dance.
I still have too many clothes, too much make up and jewellery but never enough of any of it because of you. Don’t even get me started on own my shoe collection.
I still am surrounded by you when I smell Chanel.
I still change my hairstyle just as often as you did.
I still have the flower I put out for you like you asked me to when Scott made good on his promise to you to make me his wife.
I still wonder what you would think of the woman I have become. If I ever admitted to growing up that is.
I still need you to hold my hand sometimes.
I could keep going on forever but the internets can only hold so much so I will leave you with this last thought….
I still miss you.
Love,
Tabitha
This post was for me but I will gladly share it with you. The video is very long so don’t feel like you need to watch it. It is just a memory collection my sister put together once upon a time. It comforts me so added it.
