Sam, I’ve had a long time to think about what I’d say to you, if I knew you could hear it. I’ve went through so many emotions in this grieving process. I’d tell you that I’m definitely not mad at you. I just didn’t know what to do with my grief and it was easier to be mad. Have someone to be mad at. Someone that wasn’t me… the one who failed you. I remember once you told me that tragedy doesn’t mean ugly. Tragedy can be so fragile, and sometimes beautifully so. You taught me to see things once invisible to me and showed me how to tear back the layers and uncover that hidden beauty. You taught me to truly see. You taught me about courage. You taught me about love. You taught me about life… and death, and I will never forget you. Not even your passing or the details of… will ever dim your shine in my heart. All these years later, I feel it… I feel you. You live in me. While I’d love to feel your small hand or hear your sweet giggle like the sound of chimes… I know I never will, and if I could just tell you one thing… I’d tell you that I love you… and I always will. Goodbye, my beautiful friend. 🖤
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