Joey,
It’s been a month now, since you’ve left us. It seems like forever ago, so long ago that it all seems like a vague dream. But it’s not. The images are still there, if I let them come to mind. I can see it all clearly. But I don’t want to.
I keep waiting to see you come rolling down the hall, smiling. Last week I was in the office, and all the other kids were in there, playing on the computer, coloring at the counter. I thought you were there for a moment, but it was Juli. I almost asked where you were. I miss you.
We miss you, Joey. John will say “I want Joey.” We all want you.
I framed two pictures of you and I, from that day at the hospital when the Star Wars characters came. One is on my desk, one on my dresser.
I love your smile, and how well you look, even with the oxygen. You were so happy that day, and you laughed so much. It was so good to hear that laugh, see your beautiful smile. I miss you.
Sometimes I feel so empty. Like there’s nothing left in side me. My chest will hurt, I feel like I can’t breathe. But I know you’re happy now, so happy.
I love you so much, Joey.
