I’m still stuck at the bottom. I want to forget getting messages saying “he’s gone,” “he isn’t answering my calls,” and “just know that, I love you.”
I’m full of anger and heartache. I want those memories gone. The image of cutting you down from that tree in front of our house broke me.
Your face, your struggle, and the gasps for air are the only thing I see when I look at you. It’s all I see.
I’m trying to tell myself that I should be happy we saved you in time and that you’re okay now. But dad, I miss seeing you.
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