It's been eight years to the day. The day you died.
I've been worried all month that I'd be upset and depressed. Turns out, I'm perfectly fine.
Eight years appears to be the magic number. Don't worry mom, I'm fine.
I'm getting married soon, which is wonderful. Shame you wont be there.
I don't cry anymore. Maybe on a bad day, but not for long.
I miss you.
Ps. Happy Birthday Grandma.