My eyes burn.
My head aches.
My heart hurts.
My sweet friend Wyatt. I wish I could understand what was going through your head. I wish that we could have saved you. I am heart broken, but mostly I am so fucking angry with you right now.
When I took this picture I had no idea, that this night would be the last night I'd see this handsome face. I'll always consider myself lucky to have had this one last afternoon with you all to myself as we prepared for the night's festivities.
I'll treasure this picture always, and the memories that it holds. I'm sure Milo will grow to treasure this photo, too.
I'll tell him about the first day we met him after he was born. I'll tell him about how much you loved him. We will all laugh and smile when we tell him all the stories and adventures of Uncle Wyatt. I wish he didn't have to go off of pictures and second hand memories. I hope he'll believe us when we tell him how you loved him more than words.
While the tears show no sign of stopping any time soon, we will remember that the more we cry, the happier it was that you made us. I wish you could have understood how important and loved you are while you were still here.
"When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."
I love you, and I miss you so much already.
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| "Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past. I know every scene by heart - they all went by so fast." - Bob Dylan |
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