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Well, today marks the day that 1 year ago I lost one of the most beautiful women in my life. It's still fucking crushing to think about, I can't put into words how much I miss you. All I want is another phone call where all you ask about is school and grades and classes and then Grandad gets fake mad and makes you ask me about the rest of my life. I want another crazy trip to somewhere exotic. We were supposed to go on a trip when I graduated college, remember? To anywhere I wanted, just you and me. And go to the Kentucky Derby for my 21st birthday and drink mint juleps together. You were supposed to be at my wedding, just like Nona was at Mom's. Grandad misses you so much and it fucking kills me to see him cry. I'm so happy he's going through with all of your plans, but I don't think this hurt will ever go away.