Two years... I don't even know how it's possible you've already been gone that long. And yet somehow, it also feels like forever at the very same time.
The world is a very different place since you left us, and there are times I take comfort in knowing you didn't have to struggle through some of the new challenges it's brought. But more than anything, I miss having you here to talk to, laugh with, commiserate with, consult with, and groan over your terrible jokes.
I miss hearing your laugh, seeing you shake your head when you couldn't believe what someone said or did, and fighting with you over ice cream not being a real meal. The number of times we've had to ask "WWJD" - "What Would JERRY Do?" - has to be in the hundreds by now.
The occasions where we've missed having you sit for hours in your hat and coat, entertaining us all with your stories, have been difficult. Your absence has been felt every single day since you left us. Carrying on without you has felt impossible at times.
You were my compass point in so many ways, Pops. Even now, when life feels heavy or uncertain, I still find myself looking for your guidance in the middle of it all. I still measure so many things against the kind of wisdom, steadiness, and heart you carried through life.
But now more than ever, I've realized just how much you influenced my life and shaped who I am as a person. Parts of you are woven into nearly everything I do and into the things I hold dearest and closest to my heart.
I miss you SO MUCH that it physically hurts sometimes. Learning that this pain is not a burden, but rather a testament to how deeply you were loved and cherished, has been one of the hardest lessons to learn.
I will continue to miss you until it's my time to go. I will honor your memory and who you were every chance I get, and carry all the memories of you safely in my heart.
Love and miss you always, Pops.
Your BBG 💚