life is like the surf, so give yourself away like the sea
you're gone.
you're really gone.
after looking through hundreds of pictures of you, i thought it would sink in, but it hasn't.
i feel like i'm in some awful nightmare. the kind where you wake up in the nightmare itself, so you're led to believe you're actually awake.
in the past 58 hours since we received that dreadful phone call, i've been hoping you would come waltzing in through the door, complaining about how cold it is in our house and asking for a sweater. and we'd all laugh it off and everything would be fine.
but that moment hasn't come. and it's not going to.
i can't believe i'll never get to sit and talk with you, while you curl your toes under my thigh to keep them warm.
i'll never hear you say "i'm full" after finishing the first course of a meal.
i'll never smell the distinct scent of your car. that good ol' car that seems to have an office depot in the back seat.
i'll never taste your sweet potatoes with marshmallows on thanksgiving.
and i'll never hear your laugh again. or see how your eyes light up when you smile.
rest in peace.
you're really gone.
after looking through hundreds of pictures of you, i thought it would sink in, but it hasn't.
i feel like i'm in some awful nightmare. the kind where you wake up in the nightmare itself, so you're led to believe you're actually awake.
in the past 58 hours since we received that dreadful phone call, i've been hoping you would come waltzing in through the door, complaining about how cold it is in our house and asking for a sweater. and we'd all laugh it off and everything would be fine.
but that moment hasn't come. and it's not going to.
i can't believe i'll never get to sit and talk with you, while you curl your toes under my thigh to keep them warm.
i'll never hear you say "i'm full" after finishing the first course of a meal.
i'll never smell the distinct scent of your car. that good ol' car that seems to have an office depot in the back seat.
i'll never taste your sweet potatoes with marshmallows on thanksgiving.
and i'll never hear your laugh again. or see how your eyes light up when you smile.
rest in peace.