Talked about you in therapy today. I cried a lot. I miss you. I know you’re in heaven and pain free, but I miss you a lot down here, poop head. I’m gonna keep staying strong for you. I’m lonely, though. I miss your Facebook posts and your texts to check up on me randomly. I just really miss you.
I’m going to start writing letters to you in hopes that you can read them somehow. Maybe that will help me feel better when I miss you like I do now. Talk to you soon. ❤️