We are coming up on the one year mark and it's very strange to think that it has been a year since I last saw your face, heard your voice.
I still find myself thinking "I need to tell Dad about this" even though it has been months since I was able to tell you about anything. Occasionally I'll go back and look at our last texts back and forth in those last few days. We talked about the church fire, mom's birthday, and what to get her for Christmas. I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll never again be able to watch and enjoy certain movies and TV shows because they remind me of you too much.
I feel like I'm stuck in that moment right after you died, and I still don't know how to move on. That day will forever define me in the most significant and terrible way.
Is it too much to ask for one more day? One more hour with you?
All I know is I miss you every day. Every day.
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