To The One Who Passed Away Too Early,
I can't believe I even have to write something like this. I can't believe you passed away before you got to live your life fully. There's so much you didn't get to do and so much you didn't get to experience. It's not right for a parent to bury their child. That's not how it's supposed to be. Losing a grandparent is devastating, yes, but it's more expected. Losing someone around the same age as you or even younger just makes the world come to a halt. It shows you how fragile life is and how quickly it can be taken away.
There are so many things I wish I could ask you. I wonder if you actually look down on everyone who misses you still. I wonder if it bothers you how, even years later, people still cry over you being gone. I wonder if there was just one more thing that could've been done differently, so you might still be here.
God, I miss you each and every day. Who would've thought I'd be so young and already worrying about going to a friend's memorial? There are so many nights I lie awake thinking about you and the memories we have and the plans we had for the future. We had such high hopes for the world and for each other. Why did you have to go so early? I'm not too sure which hurts most when it passes by, your birthday or the anniversary of your passing. Either way, it's just another day in my calendar that revolves solely around you. There's not enough space in the world to write about the impact you had on my life. Even a couple hundred words will not do you justice in the slightest. I still have yet to make it through a day where you don't cross my mind in some shape or form.
I still can't believe it. I remember vividly what I was doing when I received the news of your death, as if it was just yesterday. The pain still hurts each and every day. I can't believe it actually hurts this much. You, out of all people, would have been the last one I expected to be taken from us so early. Stumbling upon old pictures or finding old notes from you is such a bittersweet feeling. I love getting to see your face, even if it is only in a photograph. I love getting to read over the familiar handwriting I knew too well. I love reminiscing about you and the times we had together. But, there's always a lurking feeling in the back of my head reminding me that you are gone and these memories are exactly that: just memories.
As I continue to grow older and more mature, I like to think about all the things you would be proud of me for now. I wish I had the chance to tell you everything you've missed so far. I would give anything to have you here with us again. I miss you more than anyone would ever believe. And as I sit here writing this, I don't think the pain of missing you will ever go away. People say time heals pain, but here I am, still crying every time our song comes on. I still think I see you or hear you in random people on the streets, but it only turns out to be strangers. I know tears will never bring you back, so I try my best to keep my head up and focus on positive.
Gone but not forgotten, may possibly be the truest, most relevant statement I have ever heard. Maybe one day we will meet again, but until then, rest in peace. I love you and miss you.
Love,
Someone Who Thinks of You Every Day
