Hi abuelita. You've been gone for two years. Can you believe it? It's been forever since I've hugged you. I think of you often and tell stories about you. You live in my breath, my words. It doesn't seem quite right that you are gone. There is this space in my life where you should be. Everything about you is so vibrant, so colorful that I forget you're gone sometimes. I think, she must be here, I can see her and hear her laughter. Then I remember. I love you. I miss you.