But you'll always be my hero

I pulled out old hoodies of yours that were stuffed in the back of my closet, a shirt I set away and meant to give back to you but that hasn’t yet to happen. I found some old t-shirts you gave me because you knew they were my favorites, but outside of all the material items I dug out I found pictures in a box in the back of my closet.

I looked through them, flipping through each one with a growing smile on my face. Each one had a different memory associated with it, but they all made me think of the good times we spent together. The thing about pictures is no matter what is happening in life now, when you flip back you can remember exactly what you were doing at the time it was taken. You can remember exactly how you were feeling at that moment and feel a sense of happiness overcome you. But with that happiness also came a crashing wave of sadness that started sending uncontrollable tears down my cheeks.

Those pictures are a reminder that my life has changed. They remind me that I no longer have you in my life. They bring back memories that I am no longer making. I have to look at those pictures now and realize that life is no longer like that.

It doesn’t matter if that one of those memories reminded me one of the happiest moments in my life because now all I have is the distorted memory of what that day or minute was and it’s long gone now. I have the picture to look at to remind me what the weather was like, where we were, what I was wearing and what I was feeling. But that is all I have - Memories of what used to be.

Pictures really are worth a thousand words intertwined with a thousand memories that I’m glad I’ve stashed away for myself to look at in times of loneliness because it reminds me that I am not alone. The pictures remind me just how lucky I am and how lucky I was to have had someone who had such a positive impact on my life. 

No matter how incredible it was at that point in my life, I will never get that time back and things will never be the way they used to be.

Until then, I have to find it in myself and I will tuck your memory back in the box in the back of my closet.