I don’t know exactly why Jon feels so close, right now, but I know he was with us when we celebrated our daughter’s third birthday yesterday.

I got home and all I could think about was him. I wish I could see his face when Weslee blew out her candles.

I’m looking forward to things in the coming months. I’m no longer afraid of the future. But he still has so much of my heart.

I know that people want me to stop talking about him so much, and maybe they think I should stop missing him so much, now that I’ve done this for over a year. But Jon was so much more than that to me. And I have no idea when I’ll finally stop dreaming of the parallel universe, where we still have the future we both wanted.