I miss him. I’m not done mourning and grieving, yet I’ve been forced to push my feelings back because of the situation. I find myself trying to not think about the fact that he’s gone, then when the reality hits me, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I can’t put into words how hurt I am thinking, I’ll never be able to hold his hand again, never be able to call him, never be able to laugh with him. I just wish I were at home right now with my family.