Today, I bleed. In the space of a year, everything has changed.
I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?
You were always there to tell me how proud you were and to tell me to never give up. I didn’t. I didn’t give up because you never gave up. You taught me to never give up, and we didn’t, did we?