I didn't go to the burial. I watched from the kitchen window, crying so hard I could barley breath. I have his pictures all over my room, in my wallet, and in my locker. You don't realize how much they mean to you till they're gone. I'm always afraid that I'll forget what he looked like and how he never listened and did what he wanted to do.
Nobody can touch it.
I miss him so much. I love you Cholie and I miss you.