Time Moves On

It's been three years and yet I still cry out for you. I'm not doing to good these days. God, how I miss you. My bedroom looks like a shrine to you. At least some of my family thinks so. Your baby girl is expecting another little one. I can't bring myself to go see the first one...your namesake. I cry just looking at pictures of her. She's been here for nearly a year and I haven't seen her once. I haven't seen Chelsea either. I'm sorry. I know you want me to, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Dammit, man!! You should be here!! I can't do this by myself! Sometimes I'm so mad at you. You freaking promised me! I swear to you, I try so hard. I've always heard it gets easier as time goes on. Whoever said that was a damn liar! It doesn't get easier, it gets harder. Every f#$king day!! Everything is so messed up!! I need you, Drew!! I don't have anybody to talk to about it all. You always knew just what to say. Now....there's no one.