It’s so painful
To look back at pictures of your dearest with the person that he loved but is no longer there.
To see your dearest pat the recliner that his papa sat on and feel his pain.
It’s very painful to know that this same papa said… “I will never love any other kid like I love Layth…” and to think back at how true it was.
Why him out of everyone? It just makes it hurt more.
It’s painful to know that this person that died, loved your dearest more then life itself and would have done anything for him and given his life for him… but the one thing that mattered, that this dearest of yours called him to, he never did accept.