Year after year, nothing changes.
I don't miss you any less. The pain doesn't hurt any less. I still wish you were here. I still want to talk to you. I still want to see you. I still want to go to lunch with you and cook Sunday dinners with you and go camping with you and go shopping with you.
I. Just. Miss. You.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I wish I could hug you and tell you face to face...how much I love you.