It's been a year.

One year since you left. One year since I lost you.

It's tough. Trying to pick myself up and keep going. Keep moving forward. It's hard because I miss you. A lot more than I care to admit.

I'm sorry. I'm a mess, but I'm truly trying my best. I'm pushing forward, I'm back to playing my guitar and piano like I used to.

I'm writing again, after so long. And I'm going to be better. I'll get my dream of being a doctor and help people who might feel like how you did.

I'll always miss you but I'll remember as you were. The kind hearted guy that let so many people in and showed them kindness.