It's been three years.
I sometimes think of you without crying.
I can even laugh at memories of shared times…shared fears.
I think of you. Not you dying.
Like the time you taped our “date”.
Us. Mother and daughter…friends… sitting around listening to music…singing... your voice…my voice blended together.
You got it all for posterity on tape.
To save and play back in 20years…yours to keep forever.
Only you reneged.
Now it's mine.
In it's special place preserved and encased.
Like you…for all time.