28 days ago I got home from work, took Hiccup out, turned on the laptop, opened Facebook and wanted to turn the clock back. I would have done anything to not see the words I saw, to wake up from the nightmare.
I cry for my loss, I cry because I wonder if I told you often enough how much you meant to me, I cry for all the times I want to call you and can't, I cry and am told it's all part of the grieving process.
Dearest, sweet angel, watch over me and know I will continue to write to you and hopefully one day I will finish the story you love and names will be changed to protect the innocent.
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