It's been one whole year today, and it still stays in my mind as fresh as ever. I held your frail little hand for hours it seemed, until they took you away. That little teardrop you had, and how you had withered down to nothing....Every little detail. My heart remains, and always will be broken. I love you to pieces. I hate that you're gone, but I also hate how much pain you were in. I had to stop being selfish and let go. You would still be ever so proud of me. Life is moving forward, and I hate you aren't a part of it. I can't say "I love you" enough. I miss your voice, your advice, your laugh, your tight hugs, everything. You mean the world to me, even with you're not here. Love, your daddy's girl....