384 days without you. Without your jokes, without your love, without your smile. I miss you so very much, and I hope you’re being loved wherever you are.
I haven’t read the book, but Haruki Murakami’s words in Norwegian Wood made me think of you:
I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring.
Pablo Neruda too, gave the right words:
My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
As we will continue living and loving, the way you brought us up.