I Miss You

I miss you. 

A bunch. 

Sometimes I wonder what you be like now if you were still here. I wonder if you had gone to college, where it would be. I wonder if you would be married, have kids, lead worship somewhere. 

I miss you, Micah. I miss your laugh. I miss you playing the guitar and worshiping the Father. I miss your jokes. I miss so much about you. 

You were kind, compassionate, helpful, hardworking, handsome, beautiful. No, you weren't perfect, but you strived to honor your God. 

I want to be like you. 

I want to fight, never give up, love strong, love God, worship Him like you did. 

And, I want to keep smiling.