I haven’t accepted you’re gone yet. I know you’re not. You’re here. I can feel you. Please come home.
Ripping my heart was so easy, launch your assault now, take it easy
I’ve never lost anyone close to me, and saying that, him and I were not close. But he’s family, direct line, he had a quirky personality like my dad, I know for certain he’s in a better place now, I’ve seen his home, living without a fridge because he has to sell it just to eat. We are planning the funeral, something I’ve never taken part in, a task I’ve never had to do. Tuesday is the final goodbye, and I don’t think I’ll be able to cope, knowing I won’t see him every Christmas, there will be a hole in my family. He brought something special, and I’m hurting. Everyone has calmed down, but I cry myself to sleep, he was lonely. I miss you uncle mark, you were a special man, in your own unique way. You left Chrystal with no parents, but she’s coping alright now. Be safe, we all love you.
What happened to us? We were perfect, the best, most amazing thing, and it seems to have all fallen into nothing.
Months pass and we don’t see each other, rarely if that.
I want the stereotypical relationship, I want us to be good again.
I want to be someone you can trust.
I want to be your everything, but each day I find us growing further and further apart. I am at a loss as to what to do.
The pain and suffering is returning, and im missing something so important. Something that helped me through it before, and it can’t be helped.
Why is this so hard?