B.

Death. It's never an easy thing to make peace with.
I thought that this would be more simple. I figured I could shut out the images, the words, and all of the tears that had been shed and move on with my life. But, I can't.
Seeing you in that hospital bed, all of the life drained out of you..has scarred me. Feeling your cold skin, body stiffening beneath my fingers. It haunts me every day.

I can't accept the fact that you are gone. I wish that you could be here for just a while longer so that I would be able to make up for all of the times that I wasn't around. Yet, I know that with death, you are never given a second chance.

Thank you for taking me in, for treating me like your own blood. You will never know how much it has meant. I think of you often and always keep you in my heart.