2 Years

Evan's birthday marked another anniversary for our family, one that is not so joyous.  It has been two years since Amy's passing.  Two years of not hearing her voice, not seeing her smile, or watching her play with my kids.  There have been so many times in the past two years that I would stand in my kitchen, phone in hand, just wanting to call her about my day.  Of course I could easily punch out her phone number and I can hear her answering machine clearly.  I've reached out a few times to other friends from college, just to maintain some type of connection to that part of my life and, by extension, to Amy.  It isn't the same, but it will do.  (Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to have reconnected with some of my old college friends!  Truly grateful!)  I'm not sure what else to write about this, other than I did not want this anniversary to pass unnoticed.  Amy, I miss you tremendously.  It really is that simple.