Over 4,000 Miles Apart And I Woke Up Knowing Something Was Not Right. 888 Days Later And It Still Hurts

Over 4,000 miles apart and I woke up knowing something was not right. 888 days later and it still hurts that you are gone.

I should be happy. I get to wake up and live life. But, I’m not. I lost someone, not by choice, and I grieve the loss no matter how lucky I am to be alive.

The best way to get things done is to simply begin.

Look at your own pain before you go and decide to intrude on someone else’s.

I miss the way he made me laugh. How I’d stay up late just to text him good morning. The deep and humorous conversations we would have. I miss his creativity and passion for everything. The list goes on. What I miss most is him being alive.

Sleep is hard to come by when all I think about is you.