My heart is in the sky.

I often find myself looking to the sky.

I not only look, but talk quite frequently.

I wish that I could pick up the phone or drive to where he is.

Our story was not suppose to be over.

When it rains, I feel his tears from heaven.

Wishing real life was like the fairytales I love, always happy endings.

Many days I can mask the tears and put on my strong face.

Somedays it is hard.

I will fulfill my committment to love, shine and continue to grow;

but never forget.