It's been a year since I last held you and it's been a rough one. Losing you was the single worst thing I have had to endure. The pain of a broken heart while healing a traumatic brain injury didn't even compare to the pain of losing you.
I've spent the year scribbling endless paragraphs in my notebook and typing blog entries on my computer, just to try and deal with losing you. I'm glad I did so, as it has kept you close to me, and, in a time where remembering my last name seems difficult, it keeps the memories alive.
I remember waking up without you, hiding under my covers, calling my family, and crying on the phone for hours. It feels as though the year flew by, and yet that no time has passed at all. You are deeply missed, little Chico.
I've spent the year scribbling endless paragraphs in my notebook and typing blog entries on my computer, just to try and deal with losing you. I'm glad I did so, as it has kept you close to me, and, in a time where remembering my last name seems difficult, it keeps the memories alive.
I remember waking up without you, hiding under my covers, calling my family, and crying on the phone for hours. It feels as though the year flew by, and yet that no time has passed at all. You are deeply missed, little Chico.
I sit here, sipping my coffee out of a mug that mum and dad gave me, with your face on it. It may not be much, but just seeing your face every morning makes this whole process a little more bearable.
Gone, but never forgotten. I miss you, Chico.
Gone, but never forgotten. I miss you, Chico.