I remember when I first heard the news. I was sitting in my room with my mom. My brother ran into the room saying 'Mom, someone just told me Ray was shot, I'm going to the hospital.' These words will haunt my soul forever.
It was about 6:45pm when I got the phone call saying it was true, saying you really were gone. I still dont believe it. It has been over a year, and I still cant face the facts. I really truely miss you. I know your physically gone, but spiritually your right by my side, everyday, no matter what the situation.
I look to my left, my right, look ahead, and say "I need your protection to get through these hard times. Don't eve leave me."
I get closer and closer to visiting your grave but I cant force myself to. Sometimes I hear you whisper to me. "Take your time, there's no rush." You said the same thing every time. At times I even whisper back a simple "I miss you."
I know you miss me too, but its not enough. I don't want to cry over you any longer. I just want to stop the tears and say "God, you needed an angel, so you took my best friend. Can I be your next angel?"
