It's hard to look back.
As I read my journal for each month, I am amazed at all we went through.
The words and images bring tears.
Some days, the days I don't really think about what has happened, are fine.
But when I do think, when I do remember
There is no air to breathe.
I miss you my friend.
I miss your smile, and the twinkle in your eyes.
I miss holding your hand
and knowing that you were really there.
You weren't supposed to leave us.
Watch over us Kenny.
Take care of us just as you always did.
I am doing my best.