You know, it’s been 2 years 6 months and you’re still not home. I don’t know why I keep waiting as if you were coming back. I just hope you understand how sorry I am for never telling you what an amazing person you were. The older I get the more I am able to understand all the decisions you made and realize how harsh everyone was judging you, we didn’t appreciate you enough and it breaks my heart to know you were only looking for acceptance just like I am. That day was not suppose to be your last; you were suppose guide me through life giving me advice, to grow old and enjoy all the things you loved. It hasn’t been the same, it never will, but I’m managing. Some days are harder than others, that doesn’t mean I miss you any less than that Summer night you took a one way trip to heaven.











