Littles,

It’s been just over a month, and I still can’t believe I’m writing this. This has to be a bad dream? I knew things were hard, and this is my own stupidity, but I thought hard was a temporary. I never, ever thought hard was the final stop.

You were everything. You were bright, alive, you gave me the hope I needed to think that we would get past what the world is. And now you’re gone.

Thinking about what you felt at the end makes it hard for me to get through any second of any day. I wish you had just called me? Texted me? I would have been there as soon as was humanly possible. I knew it was hard, but I thought you always knew that you and I could fight the hard together.

I cannot even begin to fathom life without you, but it will never be without you. You are one of the biggest pieces of me. I will carry you until my last breath. I miss you with every cell of my being.