Two Years

It's been two years. It's been two years since I held your hand, rubbed your forehead, kissed your cheek and told you good bye. It's been two years since my son picked up your guitar and played a beautiful song you wrote in your honor. Two years since we drove down that long road to the place where you would be put to rest. Two years since they folded the flag that lay upon your casket ever so neatly and placed it in my hands. Two years and yet I still think about you every single day.