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I really never thought the day would come I would have to live without you. I definitely didn’t think the day would come as soon as it did. You were too young to die. There was so much more you were supposed to be here for.

There are so many things you are going to miss. How am I supposed to wrap my head around that? Am I actually supposed to have to learn how to survive in a world without you?

It’s not fair.

I was not prepared to say goodbye to someone who meant so much to me. I was definitely not ready to have to continue on without you. I was the absolute luckiest person in the world to have you in my life, but I am the most unlucky to have to figure out how to move forward without my favorite person. I was lucky then. But Heaven is the lucky one now.

Heaven gets you. It gets my best friend. Heaven gets to have the person who was supposed to be there for me no matter what. It gets the one person I never thought I’d have to learn to live without, and it is so lucky for that.

Any place with you is the luckiest place in the world.

There will never be another you. There will never be a person in this world who can compare.

You had so much more life to live. You had so much more to be here for. You had so much left to do. But God had other plans. God believed your work was done and you didn’t need to stay.

I would have to disagree.

I still need you here. There is so much more you should have been here for.

I talk to you often. I talk to you, assuming you are still here. I like to think even though you are so far away in Heaven (wherever that actually is), that you are still present in my everyday life, watching and guiding me every step of the way.

I know you are. I feel you with me all of the time. When little things happen, I know it’s you right there next to me. I look for the signs you send me. I see them all of the time. I am sure it’s you. I know you have never really left me, and that is the most comforting part of all of this.

I guess it makes me lucky to have someone to miss this much. I was lucky because you were mine. I was lucky I got to share this bond with you. Even though our time got cut short, I still got all of that time with you.

I will never forget you. I will always love you, to Heaven and back.

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Christie Lynn

I’m a 26 year old social worker and blogger using my words and experiences to help others though hardship, grief and mother loss.

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