I love you so much sweetheart. I say that all the time, I hope it doesn’t lose its meaning. Time sure has been moving right along; it’s been nearly nine months. Man I miss you.
When I was in that dark, damp place of rawness and consumed deep within grief, I never thought I would find the escape out. It takes an unbelievable amount of courage to even seek for the escape plan. I couldn't have ever imagined that I would have the strength and courage and bravery to live a life, this life, I felt terribly unprepared for.
But I do.
And courage isn’t just about being brave. It’s more than that. And I believe my courage was triggered on the rainy summer evening of June eighth.