Exist Loudly


As I was driving home to see Brenda, Bud, Riley, & Taylor which is your home, I realized that it doesn’t feel like home. You’re not there to greet me. I don’t have the urge to rush over there on a Saturday & Sunday to take you to the store or just to sit and talk with you. It’s strange driving over to see them and Daddy without you there.

I know you’re gone but in my head, I just like to believe that you’re in Thailand visiting. I know you’re not coming back, but in my head I’d like to believe that you’re just on vacation somewhere.

I miss you the most when I’m at home with the rest of the family. When I’m at work or with friends, I have distractions, but when I’m with them, I see you. I hear you. I miss you.

Home is where the heart is and if you go too far from home, you might get lost, but sometimes home is a reminder that your life, my life, is never truly over or gone.

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