Today the last piece of my childhood died. One of the dearest members of our family. Someone who's been with me for two-thirds of my life. He grew up beside me. He was there through my sadness and my joy. He helped me get through so much. But this is the end. I’m so broken and hollow inside.
I know he lived a happy life and we did everything we could, but the pain is just unbearable. He was the last thread that tied me to my childhood and now..... it’s over. I can see things only getting worse from here - more loss, more pain. No matter how much you try not to think about it, life is short. I hope he and his best friend are happy together in another world.
I don’t know why I’m writing this here. Maybe hoping it will make me feel even a little bit better..... I don’t know.