I don't know where to begin. It's been three years since she passed away and I still feel the same empty hole. I still feel like something was ripped out of my chest. I thought as time went on I would be able to deal with things better, but I'll be honest; it's just as hard now as it was the day she died.Vada died in an SUV back over accident on June 7th, 2006. Her mother was backing the car out of the drive way and she ran behind it. I'll never forget that phone call. I was on my way to work when I received it and after that; most of the day was a blur of tears and not believing.
I think the reason I am writing this is to get things off my chest. To finally accept that she is gone and to say goodbye to her. To let her know how much I still love her and miss her. That I'll never stop thinking about her.
This isn't something I plan on doing every day. It's taken me almost an entire day to get this far. It's a lot harder than I ever imagined. Hopefully my experience will help save someone from going through this or help someone who is lost like me. I guess that's it for now, I really can't write anymore. I guess small steps are better than none.
