Time

There are so many moving pieces involved when someone you love dies. None of them are easy. You deal with the bad just to stumble into the worse. It’s devastatingly hard.

One of the hardest things for me to come to terms with when Justin died was that he never woke up. He lived for 10 days after his aneurysm but never woke up. We were talking one minute and then we… weren’t. He was here, and then he wasn’t. I didn’t get to say goodbye. The kids didn’t get to say goodbye.

I’ve been inching my way towards writing about that night, but fucking hell it’s hard.

That night affected me in ways that I can not publicly verbalize just yet. It forever altered the person I was, and the person I am becoming.

The only thing I can say about it right now is this: please don’t live your life like you have time. Say what you need to say. Tell the people you love the most that they matter. Tell people how great you think they are and how blessed you are to have them in your life.

Living without saying goodbye, will be a hell of a lot easier if the the last thing you said was, I love you.

Until next time,

~A