I’ve dreamt of walking across that stage since I first walked down the halls of Columbian High School. I just didn’t expect those four years to go so fast. Nor did I expect to miss her so much. Being able to walk in places that she did not, and live in moments that she was robbed of. These feelings give the sweet milestones in my life a bitter twinge. Then, the oh-so-familiar missing settles in. The persistant, consuming, and unfair missing that seems to cheat the air from my lungs. Yes, the missing is hard. I miss the moments I was blessed to have with her, but mostly I miss the years that are lost… her years.
Sometimes all I can do is breathe. And take baby steps. And hope that she is looking down at me with a smile.
Smiles and lots of love, Tayloe