To say you are gone would be a lie for you will be forever by our sides. We miss you greatly that much is clear but it will get easier with time we do not fear. You are happy now with grandma and for this much we are grateful. We pray for the day when we all reunite but keep in mind we forgive you for giving up the fight.
"The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die."
"This isn’t about a broken heart. A broken heart implies a kind of shattering, a searching the hardwood floor for pieces that might have gotten lost under the couch. Yours isn’t broken, it’s long-since been patched together and, despite the occasional stutter, functions quite well. This is about a heart that aches with memories too big for its fragile little form, that is bursting on all sides from love that longs to be accepted, to at least be vocalized. This is a heart that dies a slow, quiet death from this awful need we have to pretend as though something never existed the second that it is over."
