January 28
January 28
It's been 9 years without you my son. It kills your sissy and me a little more with each day. You are our everything. You know that we hate this fucking day more than any day of the year. Sissy is making you some new flowers. I know you will love them. Please continue to watch over your sister your nieces and me. I'm not for sure if I will ever make it through this day without crying. Just know that I think of you everyday and I will love you and miss you until my last breath.