You have been gone only 13 days now-- this would be the longest, by far, that I have ever gone without talking with you. The hard part? It will get much, much longer than that-- it will be for the rest of my life.

Yeah, people say that I can still talk to you, and I do-- I talk out loud to you every single day. But the key word here is "with." I want to talk with you. I want to hear your voice, laugh with you, and just have you back.

I miss you so much. You were ripped from my life so suddenly. Spoke to you Saturday, you died on Monday. You sounded so bright on Saturday. I called Sunday, and left you a voicemail. Mom called me later that night, and acknowledged that you had gotten the voicemail, but would call me back the next day. There would never be time the next day. You were already gone.