Kelly, I still expect you to stumble through the door with your arms full of homemade picture posters and cards. I miss you terribly and wish you would be there for so many of Scott and my future milestones. My heart aches as the many triggers pop out throughout the day, but I am trying to use them as evidence of our closeness and not as a reason to grieve.
I will miss our brunches, our plays, our Christmases, our open houses and all the other activities that we routinely did together. Our future plans feel as though they have been ripped from us.
You will never be forgotten.