I met someone.
Three years since it happened, and I've finally been able to move on.
Her name is Kaycie. She's kind, loving and patient. And sometimes, she reminds me of you.
We got married two months ago.
Sandi won't accept her as mum, but she likes her. And sometimes I hear her telling Kay about you. About how beautiful and smart you were.
But she still dreams of you, calling out at night, pleading for you to come back. It breaks my heart, because I want the exact same thing.
I may have moved on but I still love you.