A year on. / by Mialy DeFelice

"These four lonely walls have changed the way I feel
The way I feel
I'm standing still
And nothing else matters now, you're not here
So where are you?
I've been callin' you
I'm missin' you

Where else can I go? Where else can I go?
Chasin' you, chasin' you
Memories turn to dust
Please don't bury us, I got you
I got you"

I had originally planned to write more. But I can't. Its just too sad, and too personal to share here.  I love her and I miss her constantly.  Our hearts are broken.

Last weekend we got little tattoos for Jenna. XXVIII. Cause it breaks my heart that she only made it that far, and because I always want to remember to live my life with the vigor she did. She lived a life that was full of authenticity thats all anybody can ask for.  (in a light hearted side note, do you notice emerson has folded over the top of that chair to fashion his own little bed over top of that black little lump in the chair that is Matisse ;))

Last weekend we got little tattoos for Jenna. XXVIII. Cause it breaks my heart that she only made it that far, and because I always want to remember to live my life with the vigor she did. She lived a life that was full of authenticity thats all anybody can ask for.  (in a light hearted side note, do you notice emerson has folded over the top of that chair to fashion his own little bed over top of that black little lump in the chair that is Matisse ;))