"And Let Me Dream Of You Tonight For I Miss You More Than Usual Today"

You got hurt suddenly, fatally.

I had my nose in the newest Andy Weir book and I was obsessed with it. The moment I heard my brother stomp on the floor above me, his door fly open, and the sound of an ambulance over a speakerphone lives in my brain.

It won't ever leave, though I didn't know it at the time.

You got hurt... A lot.

Like chronically.

On the way out the door I grabbed my book.

I figured you'd be okay.

I planned on a late night in the hospital, letting my mom go home to sleep while the kept you for observation and, hey, I could read my book.

I never opened that book again.

I returned it to the library unfinished.

Was told you talked to my sister a lot about how worried you were about me.

Somehow that didn't translate really well between you making fun of me and spending every holiday with her.

I wish I could give you a piece of my fucking mind right now.

Maybe I'll drive out to your grave and do that right now.

I love you. I know these words won’t reach you, but let me say them here again and again.

Let me share a piece of all this love that is rotting within me.

Wandermania.

I brought you a coffee with one cream. Just how you like it. From McDonald's, not Starbucks because I know you hate Starbucks and McDonald's is your favorite.

If there is an afterlife, I hope that leaving it here for you means you can enjoy it.

I miss you

Happy birthday.

I want him back. Please god

2 years

:(

I should have raked the pine needles with you. I should have gone to dinner with you.

I should have been there when it happened

I should have been there.

how do i become my own father? - Alexander Anthony Mar

I don't want to be in this year. I want to go back. He's not in this year I want to go back please