Memories are amazing…but yet they hurt like a bitch

I didn’t intend on writing again tonight. But then I started looking at pictures. And then it made my brain start going through nearly 20 years of memories of Bryce.

A lot of these are from the same general timeframe because I found them on my social media today but they caused a mix of feelings today. Looking at all of these photos makes me want to smile but also makes me want to go back in time and hold him tighter.

I wish I had hugged him more. Even though I know I hugged him all of the time.

I wish I had told him I loved him more often. Even though I told him every day.

I hope he knew how much I loved him. How much I still do love him. I hope he knew how proud I was…every fucking day. How proud I was of everything he overcame…of everything he was accomplishing. Of the man he was becoming.

I hate that I can’t go back. Hug him tighter. Tell him again how much I love him.

And tell him to stay home that night. Just that one night. Please stay home.