Once again,
It's your birthday.
But it's another year you will not be joining us.
and to be honest it's getting harder and harder for me every year.
No one else can be called Papa to me.
You're the only one I'll ever have.
I'm lucky to have had you come to my grade 8 graduation, and my grade 12 Prom.
Those are both important days to me, and I'm glad you made it to both.
Mom's still having a hard time remembering that it's not, Nanny and Papa's anymore,
but that's because even though you're gone,
you are still there.
Dad has his nights too, sometimes him and Nanny cry on the phone together.
We all really miss you, but we know it's for the best...
