I cannot believe it has been a year since you left us. I miss you and think of you often. Sometimes I sense your presence, behind me, looking over my right shoulder. It's comforting to have you there.
I know you must have held my hand when I was new born, when I took my first steps, or to keep me safe when we crossed a street. Remember holding my hand when you bounced me on your foot singing "Pony Boy" or did flips after dinner in the living room?
I am so glad I had the chance to hold your hand as you were leaving.