Of half remembered memories
I miss you. I miss you so much. I can’t get over the fact that I was too young to understand everything back then. I hate that I can’t even do anything to make you stay. I should’ve known more about you and your condition.
I didn’t cry at the hospital. I didn’t cry at your funeral either. I was too young to understand.
But now I understand. And lately I can’t even stop crying.
I grieve for the perfect daddy’s daughter I will never be. I grieve for being a woman you will never see. I grieve for every moment you should be attending, but you will not.