<p>Hi. I know I promised I was going to write often. I feel bad that I haven't. So much has happened that I'm not even sure where to start. I know to some people, writing letters to someone who has gone to Heaven may seem silly, or even a bit crazy. But for me, it helps me keep your memory alive and your spirit with me through the good and bad. </p>
<p>So, just before I wrote last, I started dating someone. He came to work for daddy when you got sick and met the entire Hamrick family at our very worst state. I remember Brad bragging about him and daddy being relieved that he fell into the routine and crew at the shop so easily. Little did any of us know that our paths had crossed for a far greater reason than employment. Throughout the spring, we spent some time getting to know one another at work. We'd talk about our past, and what we wanted for our futures. I enjoyed it so much. I had the biggest crush on him, but figured he wasn't interested in dating anyone, much less me. </p>
<p>Then one day it happened. He finally asked me out. We had 5 dates in 6 days. We were so good together. Summer flew by and we grew closer and closer. Fall came and we were gathering firewood and going on little trips. We went to Canaan valley and Senecan rocks. We drove to Pittsburgh to see Mikey Wax in concert. Even though I'm not sure either of us knew it, we were falling in love a little at a time. We spent the holidays with our families together as a couple and decided to get married at midnight on new years eve. We stood in your home, in front of your hallmark covered tree, surrounded by your spirit as Daddy pronounced us man and wife. Our midnight kiss was our first kiss as Mr. And Mrs. Taylor and it was perfect. </p>
<p>We've spent the last several weeks working hard on the house. We've completely remodeled the living room, the bedroom and the back room...which is now my "woman cave" and where I'm writing from right now. I've never worked so hard or felt more of a sense of accomplishment than I do when I see our home.
Daddy is doing well. Things are getting easier and he's adapting to living on his own. It has to be scary. I remember the first time I lived alone. Everything is weird at first. But he's strong. You know this. You'd be proud.
We still miss you. Its been a year and 4 days. So much has changed. We've changed. We hope you can see us. And that you're happy with how we're doing. I hope heaven is everything we dream. I love you.
B.
