18 years, so many tears, so many fears.

I’ve now lived longer, without him.

Than I lived while he was alive.

Didn’t even get to teach me to drive.

I hope I’ve done him right.

I hope I’ve done him proud.

All I can say is I miss him, for cryin’ out loud.

I’ll keep on, moving forward. 

I’ll keep my head skyward.

And live my life to its fullest.

Because that’s what we do.

Even when we don’t have a clue.