The day before the funeral

Tomorrow is Tom’s funeral.

I am dreading it!

I have been visiting the funeral home as often as I can. So he isn’t alone. So I can tell him all the little things I never got around to saying. So I can see him as much as possible before it’s too late and I can never have that chance again.

How can such a gorgeous, funny and clever man be gone?

Tomorrow isn’t Goodbye. It will never be Goodbye.

You are my best friend. You are my new chance. You are my person.

I love you to the moon.