If my heart could speak this is what it would say. I wish I could make you understand my pain and the loss that I feel. It’s the death of us, of the love that I thought I could always count on to get us through anything because it always has. It’s the loss of family hugs with our son, of putting up the Christmas tree together, of late night talks and tickle fights, little kisses all over my face and nose nuzzles. When we were going through hard times and I grew weary, you would put your head agents mine and say “as long as we have each other will be okay” forever isn’t as long as I’d hoped it would be. I’m still waiting for your heart to come home to us.