Two Years ...

Wow it is hard to believe it has been two years since Poppa died. I still miss him everyday but at least now I can think of him and not bust into tears. So much has happened in two years and I feel that I have grown alot and learned alot. I don't spend so much time wondering what if ... or could I have done more and try to accept that it was out of my hands and that he is in a better place. I miss him and if I think of the bad stuff then I still become anxious so I work on focusing on the moving forward and finding peace. I love you Poppa ... RIP.