It’s been ten years since I’ve seen your face, heard your voice, felt your reassuring presence.

It’s been ten years since you’ve told me how proud you were, how happy you were, how much I meant to you.

It’s been ten years since I’ve told you how much you mean to me, how much I miss our visits, how much I wish I could visit more.

It’s been ten years since I’ve missed someone this much, hurt over someone this much, longed for a chance to say more than I did.

It’s been ten years and I’ve never stopped thinking of you, wishing you could see me now, ten years later, and still entirely single with no plans of marriage, despite the jests you threw at me every time I visited. Still trying my best to be that happy, energetic grandchild you knew so well. Becoming the independent person you always believed I could. You probably would have been the first person I ever trusted enough to come out to.

It’s been ten years and I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you.

Rest in peace, you beautiful man. I’ll see you in the very distant future.