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For 24 hours I sit and I mourn. I cry and I scream and I writhe in emotional pain. I try to celebrate you, but I don't quite know how.

To get through the day, I block out the world. The sounds. The sights. The people. The places. I find a piece of who I think is you in everything.

Three times a day I have to force myself to live, bite by bite, step by step. I live in honor of the time you didn't get.

Saving your legacy by living for me. Loving for me. Laughing for me. Striving to make you proud, I carry you through everything I do.

Since I hurt so much I don't talk. I don't blink. I don't breathe. I don't know. I don't think. I don't grieve. I just. Am.