The 365 days of the year are almost up.
I Accidentally opened our chat and I couldn't help as tears, the secret language of grief rolled down my cheeks.
I'm left with nothing but memories and portraits. Each picture with a story waiting to be told, songs bringing up memories we shared.
Thoughts of you, in a dark box 6feet underground has become a part of my existence. I try to put up a smile cause I promised I won't be hurt, yet deep down I'm gone.
Grief has engulfed me while I found solace in darkness. Lot's of words I never got to say, promises i made left unfulfilled. There's no pain so great as memories of joy present in grief
Just like ashes blown into the wind, you were snatched from us. From dust you came, to dust you returned.
If only Men could predict the paths life has in store for us..if only we could, then you'd be here with us. Rest on
