I don’t think people realize that grief isn’t just crying. It’s waking up and forgetting for one split second… and then remembering all over again. It’s reaching for the leash that isn’t needed anymore. It’s hearing a sound in the house and hoping, just for a moment, that it’s you. It’s coming home to a silence that doesn’t feel like home anymore. I’ve replayed that day in my head a thousand times. My mind keeps searching for a version of the story where you get to come home with me. But that’s the cruel thing about grief it keeps asking questions that don’t have answers. You took a piece of me with you the day you left. People tell me time will make it easier. Maybe someday it won’t hurt to breathe. Maybe someday I’ll be able to smile more than I cry when I think of you. But today isn’t that day. Today, I just miss you. I miss your smile. I miss your goofy personality. I miss the way you’d look at me like I was your whole world. The truth is… you were mine. Thank you for...