Nov, 20 2025,
Today was the first birthday there was no celebration for you, Michael. I never imagined sitting at your grave right now. About to give you this journal. You died 3 days ago. 3 days before your own birthday. I can't believe it. I gave our kids to Luke and Cal. I can't raise anybody in the state I am. I still have depression, disregarding my age. I can't do this.
Michael, why you?
I remember when you asked me out, I remember the goofy nights, I remember the depression nights. I want to lie in this coffin with you for all eternity. You did nothing for the world to treat you this way.
I can't hold on Michael. Life without you is like life without air.
I'll see you soon, I will. I'll be lying next to you soon.
I love you. No matter what.
Your irreplaceable.
