It still hurts. It still hurts to see, hear or remember anything about him. It has not quite been a year and yet it seems as though it has been so long. Sometimes I think I can hear his voice or expect to listen to a voice-mail and hear, "Cindi, it's Steve, call me back when you get a chance hon." Sometimes I wish I would have saved one of those so we can hear his voice again. We talk about how it seems that it is now time for him to come back home although that is where he is...home.

Kayla- We are so proud of you and I know your Dad is too. I wish he were here to see you walk across the stage and get your diploma. I wish we could be here also to support you and join in the festivities of your graduation but fate has other plans as you well know for all of us. Please stay strong and focused, your Dad would want you to keep moving forward and doing great things for yourself and those around you.

We all miss him dearly and I pray that someday the pain does not sting as bad as it does now. But maybe that is how it is meant to be. Maybe we are meant to always feel him with us in our hearts and know that the pain that we feel is testimony as to how he touched all of our lives and is proof as to how much he loved each and every one of us.

We love you Kayla and we will miss you too.