I keep expecting someone to just pop out and tell me this is all one big joke and then we will all just sit around and laugh about it. Then get mad at him for how much he has made us cry. And how many nights we have just sat together in the dark sobbing.
I try to remember all of the good times we have had together. In doing so, Dewey and me just laugh and cry at the same time, you would think it to be impossible to laugh when crying.
Why did he have to die. Why did he have to die of pneumonia. He was young, he was healthy. Why did none of the treatment work.
Now I just wonder what happened to make him not here today.

I just miss him. I really really miss him.