Nights are the Hardest

I am finding nighttime is worst for all of this. I just feel so lonely at night without Him to talk to. Even if it was just pouring him juice after juice, just the companionship to have him with me at the end. I miss it all.

It’s so hard to go into our temporary living room at my parents house and to see his empty chair. He loved that chair that his cousin bought him. He pretty much lived in it because it was too difficult for him to sleep in bed. Now to see it empty just empties my heart.

I am so glad to be surrounded by so many, but so scared for when I come back from Winnipeg and have to make some resemblence of a life. It feels impossible to DO life without Kevin.

It’s just so hard…

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