I really shouldn’t, but my heart stopped when I saw it.
I remember when he and I sat in the tent in the bush all day, just us, coloring on him and drawing random things in pen on his stomach, perfectly content in our hidden world.
(via isandalwayswas)
Never again will I read her her mail.
Never again will I help her sneak down to dinner early.
Never again will I hear stories of my family’s early years. Or Great Grand-daddy. Or distant relatives.
Never will anyone be able to compile our family history as she has.
Never again will I hold her hand and tell her about school. Or boys, or Brian.
Never again will I sneak her chocolate, white her favorite, and see her face light up.
Never again will I see her roll her eyes at my parents, like a teenager.
She’s gone. And that’s supposed to be okay because she fought for three years. She went on her terms, in her way.
But I miss her. I miss her and it’s not okay.
love, love, love this moment.
