Snippets of Grief

 You have left me here with so many questions haunting me.

 How do I get the photos off my phone onto my computer? You're supposed to be here to show me, nugget-head.

 It's almost scary how often I go to ask or show you something, still. Will I ever get used to the space of you?

 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?

 I keep thinking of things I want to say to you, or questions I want to ask your answers for. Most of all, I want to know what you were thinking, and did you know how loved you are?