Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2012 15:40:49 GMT -5
Well it has officially been a year. A year, 3 hours, and 36 minutes since i heard you had been put down. Since i got the message that it wasn't a blockage, and that it was Lymphoma that took you away from me. I hear all the time "oh i'm so sorry" but all i can say is that it isn't their fault. The only one i can blame is Marshall farms. And i hate them. But i love them, because they gave me you.
It's been a year since i kissed you on the head and held you and said "good luck with your surgery, you're gonna come home tomorrow, alright?" even though i knew you couldn't hear what i was saying, i hope you knew what i meant. I then gave you your pain meds and left for school.
12:04pm is when i found out, and i will never forget. I still cry when i think of you, i still cry at least once a week and people always say it gets easier. But it doesn't, and i'm bawling now as much as i was when i typed up the message that you had passed. So much i can barely see what i'm writing.
Rob my boy, i love you still, and i hope you aren't trying to eat Wendy up there. I hope you both are happy, and Lolita to. I know my whole family does not know what today is, they are not like me and would remember the exact date and time to the minute, but maybe i'm just like that? none of them even realise what is wrong, and i can't explain without dying on the inside more and more. I miss you so much it's hard.
And i know what i'm typing is kind of random.. but it at least helps that i can say it.
I love you Handsome Rob, it's been a year, 36 minutes since you died.
It's been a year since i kissed you on the head and held you and said "good luck with your surgery, you're gonna come home tomorrow, alright?" even though i knew you couldn't hear what i was saying, i hope you knew what i meant. I then gave you your pain meds and left for school.
12:04pm is when i found out, and i will never forget. I still cry when i think of you, i still cry at least once a week and people always say it gets easier. But it doesn't, and i'm bawling now as much as i was when i typed up the message that you had passed. So much i can barely see what i'm writing.
Rob my boy, i love you still, and i hope you aren't trying to eat Wendy up there. I hope you both are happy, and Lolita to. I know my whole family does not know what today is, they are not like me and would remember the exact date and time to the minute, but maybe i'm just like that? none of them even realise what is wrong, and i can't explain without dying on the inside more and more. I miss you so much it's hard.
And i know what i'm typing is kind of random.. but it at least helps that i can say it.
I love you Handsome Rob, it's been a year, 36 minutes since you died.
I know it's so hard to believe, but with enough time, it does get easier. Not necessarily better. But easier.