It has been eight years since you left,
left me with a gaping hole full of grief and regret.
But do not look down on me with pity,
for I have lived.
You told me to live and I have taken your advice.
My pictures are proof.

Dancing till 2 am with my girlfriends,
motorcycle rides cross-country,100 miles an hour with no helmet,
fishing dates where I brought home the most fish,
standing in a storm to get that perfect shot.
My pictures are proof.

I have not learned to balance work yet.
So, you were right about that.
You were always right about me working too much,
but I am doing better.
Why didn't you push?
You never pushed, until your final blow.
My pictures are proof.

I think you you would be proud of me.
I live by the sea and have found love.
Love to fill the void you left so suddenly.
It is hard to let go of the anger.
Slowly it disappears with time.
The scars are still there, but fading.
One day I will be truly happy, some day.
And I'll have the pictures to prove it.
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