I just deleted 1,000 words that were aimed at you, but had nothing to do with anyone but myself. Seems like such a cheat. I’ll never forget that phone call the day you died. It was the most devastating event of my life. While it’s so far away, I think this is the first time that I’ve been mature enough to understand the true weight that I had to learn to carry the day you left.
From the day we met you carried me. I could never, alone, bear the weight of my own woes. I could never, alone, accept myself. I could never, alone, find a cause or purpose worth fighting for. I just wasn’t capable. Before I met you I had a one track mind and was on a one way track towards self-destruction and death. You have this amazing ability to bring the best out in people…