7 Years Later

Seven years is a long time.  I can't help thinking about all the things you would be doing, all the things you would have done by now.  I can't help wondering what you would think of my little family; a family which has emerged in your absence.  I know the things these silly girls do that would make you laugh.  I can recall all the times in these last seven years, that I would have called on you for help, or for fun, or for nothing.  And somehow, even now, seven years later, I still can't believe you are gone.