This year, more than ever, you're closer to my mind.
I'm getting married, Dad. To a man I wish you'd been able to meet. I love him so much, and I know that he loves me to, and it's wonderful, and for all that I'm looking forward to being his wife, it's really hard for me to plan the wedding, because every time I think about it, I can't help but feel that there's something—someone—missing.
You're still the first one I want to talk to when anything happens, good or bad, and so much has happened lately that I wish I could have talked to you about.
I can't believe it's been eight years.
I miss you so much.