I know it's hard, almost impossible really, to let go of something so precious. Something, or someone, that we hold dear to our heart. But we have to learn, you know? There was so many things that I haven't done and on the day that I met you my dull and dreary world change into a hectic one.
You introduced me to so many things, so many new adventures. All the smiles and heartaches, the happiness and sorrow, all of it. You took my hand and take me places, from the mystical world of Scotland to the concrete jungle of New York. You took my hand and I never let go.
Until two months ago.
You taught me a new lesson each day and on that day was no different. There was two lessons to be learned on that faithful day. One, to protect those you love with your life. And two, to let go of them.
As I look down on your open casket with tears streaking down my face and your cold hands in my warm ones. I couldn't help but act like a child as I whispered harshly, "I do not like this lesson". Not one bit.
They lowered you to the ground, my last time seeing you but somehow I knew, I had the gut feeling, that you never left. Weeks after that incident after incident happened, car crash, burglars, kidnapping you name it! But in each incident I always saw a flash of white and it was all over.
Yesterday our son was born, and out of nowhere he giggled loudly, I knew you were there making those silly faces you always do. And from there I knew, you'd always be there for me too.