One year ago we said goodbye, but you were already gone.
We have missed you every day since, all three hundred sixty-five of them.
You died, and with you, a very real part of me died too. I am still trying to find words for this, for that which is lost. And also for that which I've gained because there is good and beauty here too, mixed in with the tears and the pain.
I am still searching for my words, but last week, I read these. They give language for what I could not express, for what the past year has felt like without you.
I don't have many words today Lily, not because my love for you is small, but because it is so large that I don't know how to contain it in language.
But I will say this: I miss you Lily Mae. I love you. We all do.