It was last year, after Christmas, I found out about the sad truth. He had passed early in the morning after Christmas. I was devastated. I cried every night, not wanting to believe he was gone. He always had a special place in my heart, but now, it feels empty... like my heart had been carved like an apple pie tin on Thanksgiving. I felt as if I was no longer whole, no longer like a candy in a fitting wrapper, instead feeling like someone was trying to put a square in an oval box. Doesn't fit together, does it? At the funeral, the thing that hurt me the most was my great-grandmother. She had lost her husband and son in the same year. I can randomly hear her words spiraling through my head, "It should have been me! Why did you take them from me?" I miss him so much. I still text him often, not wanting to let him go. I had gotten over it, but I will know forever. He is in my heart, and I will love him, as he would always say, "till my last breath..."
