First day...

Kenny - aka @clearonthree

This is my favourite picture of you. 

Dear Kennyboy, 

I'm upset that you have been taken from us, and me, already.  So very sad.  I haven't cried in years over anything, and today, it's all I have done.  My heart is broken, but it's known a special love it will never forget.

I know you're sad to see me like this, but I also know you are sitting beside me and feel you holding my hand, and if I listen closely, I can hear you whispering to me that everything will be fine in a bit.  

At least now I know why you didn't return my texts or phone calls.  I was worried that something had happened to you, but hid it in my silly random messages and goofy face pictures sent the last few days to your phone.  I still want your voice in my ears and I keep expecting you to text me "ClearOnThree".

I had had a dream this morning and woke with a feeling of dread.  You were dead in a casket and I was laying a glitterfly on your heart as I kissed your forehead.  My tears dropped onto your lips and I kept expecting you to lick them away.

My Glitterfly, carrying my Kenny to his Stars!

I guess your body finally just said enough is enough. Enough with the kidney failure and dialysis. Enough with the pneumonias and pleurisy. Enough with the pain and pills and hurtyness.  The doctors, the hospitals...

I believe I will see you in my dreams, in the clouds and stars, in the rain, on the wings of a glitterfly.  I'll hear your voice and laughter on the wind.

Love,
Anne