The day I found out you were gone, was the worst day.
I didn’t see it coming, and I didn’t want to believe it.
I wanted to scream, cry and run because I was so afraid.
I didn’t want to feel the heaviness of grief wash over me.
I didn’t want to believe you were gone.
As the weeks go by, I hate this but know that this is how it has to be.
The doubts and anger sometimes flutters back.
I thought you were okay, but I guess I was wrong.
I think about you every single day.
I wonder where you are, and if you are happy, safe, near or far away.
It gives me peace knowing you are in a beautiful place.
You’re in Heaven where there is no pain.
I so wish I could meet you and see your face.
But since that’s not a choice I have, I instead wait for the rain.
After the rain there is usually a rainbow.
I see this as a sign from Heaven, that I had to let you go.
You are doing good.
You weren’t meant to live this life with me like I think you should.
You are in Heaven watching over me.
And everyday I feel you with me. ❤️