Happy birthday. I wish you were here to celebrate it. You’ve been gone for two years now. I wish you were here to see everyone grow and prosper, but it was your time. It took me a long time to accept that. Some days I think of you, and I don’t want to get out of bed. The only thing I can picture is your face, taking your last breathe. I’ve only told a few about that day, and each time I do, I cut out parts of myself. I do this to honor you, to remember you. I always considered grandpa my guardian angel, but now, I consider you my second guardian angel. Always watching and protecting me. Watching everyone. Protecting them. You were always so kind and compassionate. I hope to have achieve that some day. I miss you. And even on those days when I’m not thinking of you, I’ll always remember what you meant to me.