One moment, you are here with us and now we have to accept the reality of being left with a memory. You must have known. You must have realized that it would be painful to talk about.
I’m not sure if it’s stoic, if it’s strength or if it’s denial. Maybe you didn’t want anyone to treat you differently. There is a lot to process. How do we want to live while we don’t want to discuss death?
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew. The reality of it hit me. I see you slowly pulling away. I’m not sure who that is easier for. I understand, there is much to consider.
The other day the sound of your laugh, made me feel like everything was fine. Things were the same. We could sit here and talk and joke and love each other. The other day was a reminder that it’s different now.
You say that you feel tired, halfway between two worlds. What’s painful and heavy is working on our goodbyes.
Nonesvazquez 
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