Two years....sometimes it seems like longer and sometimes it seems like yesterday. I can still remember every single moment of that day, every single one. It's almost like I knew it was the last. One thing I know for sure is this....if I didn't have faith and hope, I would have lost myself in the last 2 years....drown in a sea of hopelessness. It didn't make losing you easier, but it made me realize even more that I didn't really lose you.....I know where you are. I will see you and daddy again. Knowing where you are, and that you're together brings a smile to my face....every single time I think about it. Sometimes something will happen, and it will feel like the scab has been torn off again or I've been punched in the stomach; but then I think about you dancing, walking, whole and healed. Selfishly I wish you were both here, experiencing life with us, with your grandkids; but I know where you are is far better. Sometimes I wonder if you cry or are sad when you see us struggle, and then I think about Jesus comforting you like nobody else ever could. I don't know....are there tears in heaven?