“Dinner is ready, Love!” your mom yelled out from outside your door.
As soon as you left your room to go eat, there he was, sitting beside your brother, waiting for you to come join them. Your heart starts beating so much you’re convinced they could hear it.
An artist at heart, he could build or fix almost anything, and every corner of our home still carries his touch. Everywhere I look, I see pieces of him. His passing was sudden. I held onto hope as I tried to save him, praying he would open his eyes again.