Today is June 6th. Just any regular old day, nothing special about it.
Except it is special. It’s Will’s birthday. Today he would have been 26 years old.
It’s been almost 2 years since my cousin left this world. There are still days when I feel like I should call him up or stop by his house to see him. Drop in just to get one of his big bear hugs, and find out how he’s doing.
But I can’t…he’s gone. A young life cut so short.
I still feel guilty. I should have called him more. I should have let him know that I was here, and that I loved him and that everything would eventually be ok.
If you love someone, tell them every chance you get. Tell them until you’re blue in the face. Scream it from the mountain tops.
You never know what internal battles someone is fighting. Be there for the people you love. Call them just to say Hi. Drop in for a quick visit. Tell them you LOVE them. You never know when it might save someone’s life.
I didn’t mean for today’s post to be such a downer. Sometimes grief hits you like a ton of bricks, when you least expect it.
I love you Will. I hope you are at peace, and that we meet again on the other side.