Some days, I still can’t believe it’s real—that Liv is gone.
I wake up and for a second it feels like any other day, like she might walk through the door or send me one of her random texts. Then it hits me all over again. The ache is so deep.
I would do anything, anything, to hug her tight, to hold her, to look her in the eyes and tell her how much I love her. How proud I am of her. How much light she brought into this world.
Grief is a strange thing. It doesn’t get smaller—you just learn to carry it. But some days the weight feels impossible.
Miss you more than words can say, Liv. Always will. ❤️
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