It's been three years.

I hope you're resting in peace.

You do chance upon my mind, occasionally that is.

I feel you around, rarely.

The last was twice in a row during my convocation.

1) when we gold medalists led the march to have proud parents and grandparents waving and taking photographs.

2) when I received my medal and degree.

I felt you in my tears. And a part of them were for you.

For you are family. No matter what.