You thought you couldn’t live without your Aunt Pat You thought you couldn’t live without your mom You thought you couldn’t live without your dad And now Rick It gets harder and harder as people leave you. Your special support system. Those who loved you like no other person ever did. And I type this…
Category: Letters to Rick
Journal entry from the night before you died
Twenty years. We missed each other for a few, early on, when we lived apart. Why did we waste that time? I sit here alone in the living room, wishing you were next to me. I dread going to bed, the empty bed. What a journey we’ve had. You’ve taken me to incredible heights and…