You weren’t always with me, but we spoke every other day. I still hate that I sent you home that night. Every November, especially after my brother’s birthday, I long for your presence. I know in my heart, that you would’ve been right here with me, seeing the vision to reality; but I know you’re laughing and cracking up the people in heaven.
I wanna make you proud, because you gave me a piece of your soul. I want you to know, that I cherish every memory with you. You will always be in my heart.
