September 19, 2015
Hi, I wish you were still here. I'm both happy and sad that you can't be here, and it's these myriad, factual, confusing reasons that I go back to whenever I miss you. They either comfort me or make the tears come. I look around at my loved ones who love me, too, who are still around and it makes me angry that you're not one of them, you're not in the room, and I can't run to you to say this corny joke I heard just now, or smell you or hug you, why haven't I hugged you enough?