Author: Zoey

My little fire. My Keegan. My darling, precious, perfect boy. You were still a kitten in my eyes, not two years old. It’s been a year since you left and I still have trouble functioning without you. No one told me what it’s like to love someone so truly and unconditionally,
only to have them ripped away.

I hope you know how much I love you, Keegan. I wasn’t there when you died. I should’ve been. I didn’t need that vacation, I only needed you. Your constant love helped me through the break up when I needed something to hold onto, to anchor me to my sanity. I didn’t even get a call to tell me what happened. I came home and asked where you were only to hear “Well, sit down”” from my mother who began to tear up. I lost it, Keegan. I drank and smoked so much to kill the pain inside. I should’ve been there.