Every year is the same. I thought my pain would weight off of my chest, but I still think of you. I hope you’re fine, wherever you are. I hope you’re proud of me, of what I’ve become. And even though I cannot remember your voice, and all that’s left of you are pictures, I still love you. It’s been 10 years today, and I can still remember that day like it was an hour ago. I love you. No words can describe my feelings. Keep watching over me, Grandpa.