Dear Saundra

I miss you.  So much that it hurts when I think about you.  I go by the house on South Fairview Street and I am reminded of you.  I go by LHU and I think of you.  I see old family friends and I think of you.  I read books and I think of you.  I talk to my family and I think of you.  I wonder every day what you might be doing right now if you were still around.  I wonder what amazing books you would be reading.  I wonder what fascinating places you would want to visit that you've never visited before.  I wonder about the excellent students that you would turn out as successful journalists if you were still here teaching.  I miss you. 
There's so much that I've done in the past years since you've been gone that I want to talk to you so much about and it hurts knowing I'd never be able to do that.  I met the man of my dreams, and to think that he lived right down the street from our house on South Fairview and I never knew him.  We have an amazing little boy together.  He is so smart and he questions everything.  So much to the point of irritation.  He is everything that I was not as a child.  So outgoing and assertive.  He's not afraid to ask questions.  He wants to know why he's being asked to do certain things.  There must be an answer to everything and he craves for the knowledge to know everything.  You would be so proud of this child.  I pledge to teach this child everything that I know and teach him to have an open mind and an open heart just like you did with me.