I'm just going to keep shouting at the sky about how much I miss you and I hate you for doing this and I wish you'd come home and fill those spaces in my life
He would tell me I can do this. He would say I'm stronger than I think. He would tell me it'll end and I'll have made it through before I know it. But he's not here to say any of that. He has no idea what kind of hell this is.