9:43 pm, 3/19/22, the last picture that was ever taken of you while you were still with us, the night before you passed.
I lie here in bed 365 days later at the exact time wondering how it has been a year since the last time I heard you breathe.
The night before, your room was filled full of loved ones that were saddened you were passing.
Then less than 12 hours later, you were gone.
I miss you, I talk to you everyday still as if you are right beside me. I feel like there was so much more to say but I didn't know that it was the last time that I had and it was the night before.
I know I've fallen, I've skinned my knees, and I have seemed broken all over the last year. But I hope that every time that I get back up and I do not give up, that it makes you proud.
I love you pops.
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