The day the music died

12 years ago yesterday I woke up and you didn’t. I think a part of me was buried with you. I felt you in the storm last night. I know you wouldn’t be the most proud of me for the life I’ve lived since you’ve been gone. I’m trying to be the best version of myself but it is really fucking hard. Yesterday was hard but I had someone special help get me through it even though she’s going through a storm herself. Please watch over us my friend, I’ll try my hardest to make you proud.