One Year

One year.

One year ago today.

That day that I became another statistic.

The worst day of our year. 

One of the worst of our lives. 

It changed me.

I suffered.

I still suffer. 

Especially today.




But we gained another gift.

A gift from our angel.

We have never forgotten.

But we remember you even more so today.

On the date that we lost you.

Lost you forever.


But not emotionally or your memory.

One year.

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