Hi,
24th December 2005 to 24th December 2014.
9 whole years and counting.
It’s been a long time, dad. (The only way I can use that word anymore is by writing it because I certainly can’t say it to anyone else.)
I thought you’d be curious about what’s been going down here. We’ve got phones with as many megapixels as your old camera that you used to take family photos and preserve memories with. In general, 3D movies have gotten better. You missed Inception and Interstellar and I think you would have liked the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean movie just as much as the first. My Play Station 2 has remained boxed up for years, not so much fun to play without you in the living room. Things are not the same.
After you died, Molly wouldn’t come out of her cage for months, making me realize that birds grieve just as much as their human counterparts. Poor thing didn’t know what happened and now I am twenty years old, questioning religion, resenting my luck and catapulting into a quarter-life crisis, feeling like maybe I am the one who does not know what happened. Molly must have forgotten while I continually remember.
I seek comfort in imagining the afterlife. Yours. If Albus Dumbledore was indeed right, that to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure, I am sure yours is just that, perhaps more.
Now tell me…
what am I missing?
Love,
An ever grieving daughter
The Tea-Infused Typewriter 
Beautiful post. My youngest brother died ten years ago, and I understand how you feel. I still can’t listen to songs we played the day he died. I hope you get your answers.
Thank you. It’s nice to be able to talk to people who understand that feeling.Your comment means a lot, I really appreciate it.