I miss you...

Dear you,

I wish one day I could hang your paintings on my wall and gaze at them while wondering what you were thinking as you made each stroke on the canvas. I wish someone kept some of your blueprints. I could stare at them all day and imagine you standing right next to me, explaining your designs, and telling me interesting stories behind them.

They don't mention you too often. Until now, the mere thought of you is still painful. Perhaps they've drowned their memories of you deep down into the abyss until they hurt no more. Should I just do likewise? But no, that's not how I want to cope. I'd like to keep you in my heart, to celebrate your life, and to think of you as often as I can, until I get used to the pain and until your memories emerge as a beautiful patch woven into the great tapestry that God is weaving in my life.

I wish we had met. If I knew any better then, I would have told you how much I love you, and that I'm so proud of you. I cannot begin to imagine how you lived through all those years. You must have had it rough. It must have been hard being you.

Anyway, I just dropped by to say... I miss you. And though I never got to tell you, I do love you.

Sincerely,
Adelle