It's 10:3o and I am sitting here just thinking of you. The light of the deya looks so sad as if it knows someone is missing. I miss you terrible. I am sitting here thinking about what you would be wearing and walking on the driveway, smiling, laughing. My heart hurts because your not here. The sound of the fireworks just reminds me of your days in the hospital and sent in the atmosphere just takes me back to those days. I wish I could see you, hold you, talk to you. I miss you anuskha. I love you.