It's been almost two weeks since your funeral service. I think that was the most difficult thing I have ever gone through, but I am glad I was able to give you a eulogy. You cross my mind multiple times a day and I have to keep reminding myself you are gone. I found a voicemail that you left me, from a few years ago, and I've gone back and replayed it here and there. At least I can hear you still. In that way, you are not gone. I guess this memorial page is my way to talk to you. I keep hoping you'll visit me in my dreams to tell me you're okay, like Fred did, but you haven't. So I guess I'll keep hoping. Nothing in life seems normal anymore. I miss you and love you, Poppy.