Three. Long. Years.

 Dear Brian.

It's been three years today since you left my life, left this Earth.  Grief is something you never get over, it's just something you learn to live with.  Some days are better than others, but not a single day goes by that I don't think of you, to remember some adventure we had, the laughs we shared.  Sure, we had our tough times, but that happens between all parents and their kids. 

Every day can be a challenge for me.  Sure, I still do the "regular" stuff:  work, chores, errands.  But it's the other things that are harder for me now.  Doing things alone isn't as fun any more.  I miss having you along on my strange adventures and odd ideas.  I remember the many different times we hiked up on Superstition Mountain.  I remember the many times we drove to Cali to see the grandparents.  

Jake has finally decided to move to AZ and he bought a house in Chandler!  It'll be another 10 days before he can finally get into his house.  He's excited to get started on life here.  I hope he ends up liking it!   You know as well as I do that starting over somewhere isn't always the easiest thing, but he's much better at the people skills than you and I are.  

I've painted a few rocks in your memory, I still post photos and such on your memorial page and on your facebook page.  Whether one person or ten sees it, it doesn't matter to me.   Posting things is the way to help me remember you, to keep your memory alive.  

I love you, I miss you every day.  I can wish it over and over that things had been different, but that doesn't change any thing.  You'll never be forgotten.

Love,

Mom