Ice cream pints, stories, and coloring books were what made him my undescribable hero. Metal, rubber, and alcohol were what took him away from me. Its been two years since he's been gone. Never has there been a day when I don't miss him, when I don't regret calling him begging him to see me. Loss has taught me to let go. To forgive myself for the bad moment he and I had.Never forget the good moments you had, but always forget the pain you might've inflicted on that lost one, it'll kill you. Sometimes losing the most important thing in your life teaches you to mature, to do what you never thought you'd do and to rapidly grow up in a way you never thought imaginable.
Alas, tragedy strikes.
September 9, 2008