I hate having to guess. I hate having to wonder. I hate that you're gone. I hate that these questions continuously run through my mind.

Are you proud of me?

Do you wish you were here?

Are you watching over me?

Would you like the significant others I've brought home?

Would you scare them away?

What would you say when someone breaks my heart?

Would you care about my friends like your own children?

What kind of grandparent would you be?

Would you fight with me about the clothes I wear and my make up?

Would we still go on adventures, just the two of us?

Where would we live?

Would you try and stay up with the trends and technology?

What song would we dance to at my wedding?

Would you buy me my first drink on my 21st birthday?

Would we still all go on our annual vacation?

Would the family still spend Christmas together?

When will I see you?

Do you know how much I love you?

I miss you every single day. I hope that one day we will be together again and all of my questions will be answered. Until then, just know that I'll never question how much you loved me. I hope you never had to question how much I love you.