Snippets of Grief

 I'm so tired of being so alone in the world. I've always been alone, but never more so without you. I'm so sorry I wasn't enough for you, either.

 There are so many questions left unanswered. So many things I still want to ask you, and so many things I need to ask you, now. Are you happy? Are you at peace? Is this my fault, the way it feels, the way it seems, the way some others think? Did you blame me?