Dear Mom and Dad,
I was on the sofa with the family last night, and the Jeopardy question listed the 5 stages of grief, the last two being "depression" and "acceptance."
With you gone a year and a week, Mom, and you almost 3 (!) years , Daddy, I supposed I should be at "acceptance."
But I'm not.
I'm still at "depression" I think, and there's still "anger" left. Hell, I'm still angry that Nanay left us and that's going on 7 years ago. Seven years!
I packed up your apartment. I scattered your ashes at sea.
But there is a piece of me that will never, ever accept that you are gone, I think.
Love you. Miss you.