Picturing you in Heaven today. The angels are holding up signs to commemorate your anniversary. There are decorations and gifts. The Angel choir is singing all your favorites. So many loved ones are there with you now, which makes you happy because you love a huge party. Of course there is food everywhere, mostly dessert. After lunch you’ll play your best round of golf ever with Pop and Uncle Vin and you’ll beat The Angel Gabriel in a game of pool. Then, you’ll sit with Jesus and watch the waves crash on the shore of the most beautiful ocean, as whales sing in the distance. Your perfect day. Of course, there is something missing, me. I wish I was there to celebrate with you. I’ll do my best down here but it’s not the same. I cannot even fathom the fact that I haven’t seen your smile, felt you hugs or heard your laugh in seven years. But then, math was never my strong suit. At least it’s going somewhat fast and we are that much closer to being reunited. When we are, I’m just going to warn you now, I’m never letting go. Love you, my Big Apple. More each passing day.