I miss you pie. This is just too damn hard. Echoes of your voice reverberate in my head. Visions of your face, your smile etched permanently in the retinas of my eyes. Ghost touches as I remember how it feels to hold your hand in mine. Knowing I will never, never, see or hear you again, for the rest of my life, is crushing and breathtaking. People expect you to get over it, to re-engage with life, adjust and carry on. I’ve adjusted. I hate it. I’m carrying on. But I don’t want to. Life is fucking bullshit without you xxxxx