Uh, that doesn’t sound right… let’s start over.
That’s much better. It’s been a week since you passed. This past week has felt like forever and a day. When I was home it really didn’t hit me that you are truly gone. I wish there was something that I could have done to change it, but I’m realizing that there isn’t anything that will bring you back.
With every day that passes, I sit and wait for you to walk through grandma’s house and say that you were just on vacation to clear your mind. I wait for you to say you’re all better and everything will be fine, but it won’t be.
I just want to let you know that I think of you every day. I think of all the times I used to call you fester and how you’d get so mad at me. I think of all the facetime calls where you tell me that you saw Smokey today and I’d tell you that you were crazy for talking to a squirrel (by the way I still think that you are crazy for talking to a squirrel). I miss all the crazy ideas that you came up with (Alfredo, your metal stick man, takes the cake).
Although I try to think of all the good times that we had and all the laughter that was shared, I can’t help but think about the bad times. I can't help to think about the way that you chose alcohol over your own family. I can't help to think about all the times I would walk into the house and see you passed out on the floor and automatically think you were dead (I’m glad you weren’t because it gave us the few extra months together). I just can't help to think about the bad times
I promise to keep the promise I made to you and I will be strong for the family and make sure everyone is happy. I promise to never let your memory fade, and I promise to keep your spirit alive.
Love ya Fester.