*or alternative title: for the one thats never coming back*
Hi. This is it then? One last goodbye? You see it's so weird because how can you be gone? Like, did I miss some part of life where you get instructions and mannual? Because everybody else seems so fine with the fact that you are never coming back, it's unnerving. I didn't know you all that well, you know? And you didn't know me, either. That's the curse of it all. You were so sick and so old and, at the time, unimportant to my life and the events of it. Really, you had enough people who cared. So, who am I to cry?
The sun will rise and fall. You will be soon put to eternal rest in your wooden bed, buried next to love of your life. All I can do is say sorry, feel sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I shoud've came more often. I should've cared more. I should've been there and loved you more and all those things that I could do then that I will never be able to do now, I should've. And I will miss you. The thought of not seeing you hurts no matter the fact that we weren't close at all. You are part of my childhood, my mothers grandma, my grandmas mom. You are a person I cared about and I can not deal with the fact that your life is over.
