I don't want to write. I've been having trouble with my words for some time now. I just get choked up.

There were still some things that I wanted to tell him. I didn't get the chance because I was too late. I didn't get there in time.

The last time he saw me was Christmas because he was asleep on Monday. He did wake up yesterday and was semi-awake this morning.

I was scared. There were a few things I wanted to tell him, but choked up before I could.

As stupid as it is, I wanted to tell him how the series went. I wanted to say how it ended. He read The Family Secret and loved it. I wasn't able to finish the series or finish the second book before he passed. I wanted him to be the first one to know.

Now, I don't have the chance to.

I told him that I loved him before, but he loved reading what I write.

I had started writing something on my journey of being a writer and how he was the only one that I wrote for. He was my audience of one. My only reader. The only one who really mattered as he enjoyed reading so much.

I will never forget him and I will always love him.

And I will continue to write for him.

September 29, 1947 - January 6, 2021

Of course, I just realized that he passed the day after the 6th anniversary of when I first started publicly writing.

That man, I swear, he had nine lives. He was so young, but his body gave up on him. Now he isn't in any pain.

Stupid renal cancer. It took six years, but it finally won.

Thank you for reading.

Until next time,

Later!

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: January 6, 2021.