"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

When you left me this year I didn’t know what to do or say. All I wanted to do was stay in my room and just cry. I miss you so much, more than you’ll ever know. I still feel your presence sometimes when I’m home alone or even when I’m just eating dinner with the rest of the family. I would like to say I’m over it, but I have learned that’s not how it goes when it comes to death. It’s not like a break-up when you mope around your house and look at old photos of you guys together and then 2 months later you’re burning the photos and saying to yourself “I’m totally over it.” But when it comes to death you don’t learn how to get over it because there is no getting over. It doesn’t exit. But I can say I’ve found a way to stay connected to you. And that’s how I get through the day without having a breakdown. But do I still cry during the day and wish you were here? Yeah of course. But I know that you are safe and sound in heaven. 🙂