Friday, March 25, 2016
The world could not afford to lose your kind heart and gentle soul, son, but I guess your demons were just too deeply rooted. Failing to tell you that I believed in you is a regret that will follow me for a very long time to come. I know that your Gram was the first of many to greet you, and to hold you and let you know how loved you really are. Rest easy now, lad.
