Do I miss him? Seems like a silly question to ask.

How do I cope? I wonder at times.

Do I feel alone? In a room full of people.

And yet the one question I am never asked is... am I proud?

Am I proud?

With every twinkle of hope and despair,
I wish you could see how much I care.
It pains me to know there are those, who don't understand,
If only they know their lives are in your hands.
It amazes me the things you do everyday,
It is so overwhelming; I guess what I'm trying to say,
I love you and me make me so proud, every single day.