I carry the things that remind me of you
In loving memory of
The one that was so true
You were as kind as you could be
And even though you’re gone
You still mean the world to me
In Loving Memory – Alter Bridge
It’s been four months. Four long, lonely months. And not a day goes by that I don’t miss you. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss you. Nothing happens in my life that I don’t want to tell you about. There is so much in my life I need to update you on. There are so many things I want your advice on. There are so many funny things I want to share with you. But I can’t. There’s no way to. It’s not happening.
I wish I could tell you how scared I am with my health. That I’m losing weight again. That I’m running fevers. That we don’t know what I can and cannot eat again. I wish I could tell you that once again, I’m covered with random bruises and mystery rashes no one can explain. I wish that I could ask your advice. I wish that I could whine to you with all the IV pokes and blood draws I’ve had yesterday – I know we would have had something witty to say about the last ER trip that took four gosh darn pokes. I wish i could tell you about the good doctors, the bad ones, the nurses who made may stay worth it.
I wish I could tell you how we’re finally getting my home health care slowly lined up. I wish I could tell you how I’m doing something for Halloween for basically the first time. I wish I could tell you the funny things my doctors say, the off the wall things they say. But I can’t. And I never can again.
I wish I could tell you how much fun I’m having in my new video games. I wish I could share all the pumpkin spice related goodies with you – you would be SO HAPPY at all the pumpkin spice stuff this fall. It’s everywhere. But you’re not. You’re not here. You’re not anywhere.
I’m lost without you. You are (not were, are. you always will be) one of my best friends. I need you, Beth, dammit, I need you. I have your wombat I never gave you. I have the stuffed critters you sent me. I was going to send you a jar of cinnamon peanut butter. But none of this happened. And it never will.
I’m angry. I’m bitter. I’m sad. And I love you. I love you so much. I didn’t realize how much I loved you, even though I knew you were one of my closest friends. No one told me how much losing someone you cared so fucking deeply about would sting. I just want you back. But it’s not possible.
I miss you.
One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I’d be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
One More Day – Diamond Rio
Love you forever,