You know, the way it repeatedly plays in your head every day. How you remember your own demolition falling to the floor the second you understood what message you were about to get. How it all plays on repeat in your head, the emotions, the people, the words and most of all the lacking of words becuase none of you managed to get anything out other than your own breaking hearts. I promised to take care of his daughters that night and I am never letting go. All the things he could have done, Oh how his life could have been something else. Nine months ago my heart broke into a million unfixable pieces. The unfixable only death can do. I miss you every day, I hope somehow you know.