He has been gone for just over two years. Not one day has gone by when I don't miss him. There is so much that reminds me of him and I like to believe he is with me in those moments. I actually like to believe he is with me all the time, but I know there are others who need him too and I want to believe he is at peace. I don't want him to have to worry about me or his siblings. I still feel quite lost and although I am making moves in a positive direction, I still feel very much underwater on most days.