November Rain

My godson would have been 33 today. We lost him 4 years ago to an overdose. I was 14 when my uncle and aunt brought him home from the hospital, and he was perfect. He was such a gentle, loving soul and an incredibly talented artist. But like the rest of our family, he wrestled with his demons. Some of us continue the battle; too many others have lost. My head knows the logic of it, but my heart will never understand. I sit here watching the rain, thinking of all the should’ve beens. Grief is hard. I love and miss him so. ❤️

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