When you lost your father, you told me life must run its course. I remember thinking you were so brave, although you fell asleep with my hand still wrapped in yours. That night you were sure you heard him speak, as lights from passing cars crawled from your toes up to your knees. I love you dear and one day you’ll be ok
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 8:10 PM UTC
When you lost your father, you told me life must run its course. I remember thinking you were so brave, although you fell asleep with my hand still wrapped in yours. That night you were sure you heard him speak, as lights from passing cars crawled from your toes up to your knees. I love you dear and one day you’ll be ok
