I think of all the things you had planned. You wanted to create games. You wanted a family of your own.

I’ve been crying off and on all day. Thinking of how unfair this is. That you should be here. That you should have your own children!!

I try so hard to be strong, and everything that people believe me to be. But I’m not. I’m just a mother dealing with your murder to the best of my ability.

Some days are good, and some days… not so much.

I bought a cake for you today. I lit a candle for you too… but no one is blowing it out. This one is in hopes that you will visit me in my dreams.

I miss you.