She listened to the news. She could only think is he really gone? She couldn't comprehend it. She didn't cry until she saw him in the casket. She cried and cried until she couldn't anymore. She cried herself to sleep thinking of him. She tried to distract herself with school and life, but something always reminded her of him. She regretted the things she never told him. She was too young to understand. She matured so much in the next year. She slowly became able to smile and laugh and not cry at his memory. She knew he was better and that he wasn't in pain any longer. She still cried for him when she saw those memorial flowers. She still feels that pang of sadness when she hears his favorite song. She still blinks back tears when she sees him in a picture. She still wants to feels his arms around her one last time. She still misses seeing him on the back row raising his hands. She still misses his deep voice rolling through the air. She still misses everything about him, but she's got God's peace now.
I miss you❤️
