Today marks 3 years since you've been gone.
3 years since I got the phone call that you were taken from us.
3 years of heartache
3 years of missing you
3 years of tears
3 years of wondering why
After 3 years I still find it hard to look at your pictures. My heart breaks knowing there will never be any more pictures of you.
After 3 years, I'm living day by day, putting on a smile, but inside I still struggle. When alone, I cry thinking of you, of how you were killed. I try to think of the life you lived, the good memories, but somehow I always end up on May 23, 2009. The day you lay in a parking lot, shot and killed on a dare.
No one knows the pain I still feel. I keep it to myself. I dream of you, miss you, will never forget you, and will never, ever stop loving you my first born son. I carry you in my heart, always and forever, until the day I can see your smiling face again.