I can lay here and hope that my memory is wrong. That you are at home where you belong. Curled up in bed asleep. At peace, breathing quietly. That the hurt and pain hasn't happened. That our hearts aren't broken. But I can only imagine and hope for a second, then the reality of the last year crashes into me, and I remember that I was just hoping. That we are broken. That you are gone. My heart shatters to millions of pieces. For us all. Miss you pa. Infinity xxx