Today it's been a year since I lost Craig. Since we lost Craig.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him. If only for a second, glancing at his picture in a frame as I walk by.
That boy could always make me smile. He was always up to something. Whether he was burning a chair in my front yard, or spraying liter fluid on an already lit fire. He never took himself too seriously. At least not when everyone else could see.
Losing him changed my life forever. Despite the pain and heartache that I felt, my life is better for knowing him and losing him. That may sound strange to some, but in all honesty I learned a lot about myself, my friends, loving, losing, and living since I lost him.
I still have questions about what happened and I still have trouble dealing with all of it. But I realize now, that maybe I'm not meant to know.
I always find myself trying to save people. I'm no savior. Nothing will stop me from trying.
There's so much I want to say but can't put in to words.
Simply put, I can't believe that it's been a year since he died. And not a day goes by that he doesn't cross my mind. Part of me will love him forever because he's part of the road that I'm on, that's lead me to where I am.
Missing You
Rachel Wyer Sep 16, 2008
Some days it seems like forever ago.
Today it's been a year since I lost Craig. Since we lost Craig.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him. If only for a second, glancing at his picture in a frame as I walk by.
That boy could always make me smile. He was always up to something. Whether he was burning a chair in my front yard, or spraying liter fluid on an already lit fire. He never took himself too seriously. At least not when everyone else could see.
Losing him changed my life forever. Despite the pain and heartache that I felt, my life is better for knowing him and losing him. That may sound strange to some, but in all honesty I learned a lot about myself, my friends, loving, losing, and living since I lost him.
I still have questions about what happened and I still have trouble dealing with all of it. But I realize now, that maybe I'm not meant to know.
I always find myself trying to save people. I'm no savior. Nothing will stop me from trying.
There's so much I want to say but can't put in to words.
Simply put, I can't believe that it's been a year since he died. And not a day goes by that he doesn't cross my mind. Part of me will love him forever because he's part of the road that I'm on, that's lead me to where I am.