I'm forgetting

I'm starting to forget.

I'm beginning to forget your voice. Your facial expressions. Your smell. Your jokes. Your mannerisms. Your hugs. Your I love you's.

I'm forgetting.

We're approaching six years that you've been gone. 2,191 days. 52,584 hours. 3,155,040 minutes.

In 6 years I've: Attended 3 colleges. Worked at 7 different jobs. Been accepted to and finished 5 internships. Graduated with a Bachelor's Degree. Met my forever. Sported braces. Turned 21. Welcomed a furbaby into my life. Started my career. Presented keynote presentations. Lost friends. Gained best friends.

During the last 2,191 days I've grown, matured, fell down, gotten back up, and marched on. I've done all of these things without you. I've conquered each and everyone of these things... without you.

Six years ago, I would've never imagined I'd be where I am today. Especially being here, while you're not.

The day you left me, I honestly wasn't sure if I'd be able to continue on. I was unsure how to even function without you. Without your guidance, your encouragement, without your approval... I just wasn't sure if I could do anything to earn your approval.

In six years I've achieved a lot. Much more than I ever thought was possible. The past six years have been a trying time, to say the least. However, I believe I've done exactly what you hoped I could. I've achieved all of the things you dreamed I would. I've become the woman you always knew I would become.

I firmly believe I'm making you proud.

Although, my achievements don't preserve my memory. My memory of you. That I'm forgetting. Slowly, ever so slowly, I'm forgetting. I'm living a life where I will spend more time remembering you than years I was blessed to know you.

My hope? I stop forgetting and regain my memory.