It has been two years now and I have to say the second year is harder than the first. During year one, I was angry - angry at the universe, god, whomever - for making you sick and taking you from me. I found that I am still angry, but that anger has shifted. I am angry at you. I am angry that you abandoned me. I am angry that I am so heartbroken. I am angry because you should be here for me - to listen, to give advice, to dry my tears, to help me through life's tough times. I am angry because you have not given me any sign that things will get better. I am angry you left Ava without a grandmother. And most of all, I am angry with myself for being angry with you! Deep down, I know you fought as hard as you could for as long as you could. I know it was not your choice to leave. But, I am still fucking angry...
I love you more than words can ever say and I miss you every day.