Today marks a year since you left us. Next week I’m going back home, and I am honestly freaking out. You were always the person I went to see first when I went to visit. Now your house is empty. You’re not gonna be waiting for me while watching tus novelas, with food for me to eat. You’re not gonna be there to contarme los bonchinches de la familia. It’s just gonna be your emty house. Our house. The house that would bring us together every Sunday, just becuase of you. Home is not the same without you.
I miss you so much.