Every afternoon when I get home from work and I finally get to sit down, I see your picture. I imagine you being happy. Being happy with your cats, your grandparents, the children you were supposed to have. I imagine you reconnecting with friends and patients you'd lost. I imagine you happy, elated beyond your wildest imaginings. I imagine coming home to your family, and finally feeling like I belong somewhere in this existence. I miss you, but I'm glad you're not suffering. I'm sorry we didn't get the 20 years we thought we would.
