08/29/2026
I know you were ready. I know you had been carrying a pain that became too heavy for you to keep carrying, and maybe that’s the only way I can begin to understand why you left. But knowing you were ready doesn’t make me ready to accept a life without you.
Your last text is still in my phone, asking what I was doing that weekend, just days before you died. Such an ordinary question that now feels like a wound. I keep wondering if I should have known, if I should have called, if I could have said something to make you stay. That guilt still stings in ways I don’t know how to explain. Today we stood beside your picture, but all I could see was the empty space where you should have been.I love you. I miss you. And I will carry the weight of losing you for the rest of my life. 🕊️🤍
