I was driving to work today and Bad Medicine came on the radio. It seems weird that I have such distinct and vivid memories of sitting on the floor of that classroom after school and listening to it as a “new song”. Every time I hear Bon Jovi I think of you. Every time I see (or wear!) Chuck Taylors, I think of you.
In a couple of months it will be seven years since you died. Last month it was 19 years (19? Is that right? Really?!) since your baby brother died. I think about your dad and Todd a lot. I think about them thinking of you and Justin. It makes me cry.
But, Trace, I’m happy to say that my life is good. So good! Finally! I just wish you were here to enjoy it with me.
I miss you and love you,