Dear God,
I never knew anyone who died. I always worried it would be someone really important. I always worried it would be him. He was the love of my life so far. We had a plan. He was going to be my husband. We named our children. How could you let him fall? How could you let him get to the point of taking his own life? He was only 22 years old! He was the most talented guy I know! He could make ANYONE laugh! He was searching for your light for so long, and he NEVER found it. Who’s fault is that? I can’t be angry at him, I can’t be angry with you… I just miss him so much. My heart hurts and I still can’t process that I’ll never see him again. It’s not fair. All I beg is that you’ve taken care of him and will continue to do so. He deserves to be happy for once, and you owe him that because you’re the only one who can hand it to him. Make sure he knows we all love him, that I’m sorry, and that I will love him forever and ever times a million times a billion times infinity plus one. I swear. Really Alone, Texas/USA -
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