I miss you so much and it’s only been three days. Three days of grief, three days without your warm presence on this earth.
How am I supposed to keep on? Knowing that I can never have a conversation with you again?
I am going through pictures of us tonight realizing that we will never have another one together. We won’t be going to the Belle and Sebastian concert together in September. You are gone way before your time. It’s too soon, Sheryl. It’s too soon.
On Monday we were talking about how we’re old ladies and Tuesday you died. How am I supposed to accept this chain of events? How?