It has almost been two years since I lost Jonathan. As the days go by, I continue to live and I continue to breathe. I am 30. I don't know what that means. All I know is that I have my home and my dog and my cat and my job. Those things keep me stable and they keep me going. I often find myself talking like Jonathan. It's those times that I really cry because it brings him back to me. I go day by day and while I think about him every single day, it's not as hard as it used to be. The times that I somehow start to talk like him, are the hardest. I talk to Drake like he used to. I talk to myself with words he used to use. While it's easy to forget those little things, they are so quick to just come back to me at random.
It's close to being two years. I still remember that hospital and almost every single situation like it was yesterday. This time of year is really difficult for me.
