I woke up this morning only to come downstairs to be told you were gone. That you’d OD’d early this morning.
Deep down, I think I was always expecting it. Knowing you were using, on and off, and that it wasn’t something easy to kick. So few people ever kick it in fact.
But nothing ever prepares you for when it actually happens. You can expect it, but it doesn’t make it easier to say goodbye when it happens.
It’s only two days until it’s been 3 years since mom died, and you were there for us when we needed you, you helped hold us up in some senses. I’m only sorry now that we couldn’t be there for you, and that I haven’t seen you in over a year.
I’d give anything to give you one more hug, to hear you laugh again.
I love you, and I’ll miss you.