I feel like my days are just getting worse instead of better. I thought time would make it easier, but it hasn’t. If anything, I feel like I miss him more and more the further he gets away from me. Knowing now that his funeral is about to begin… I just can’t.
I keep telling myself to be happy for him, to laugh a lot, just like he always did and would’ve wanted us to. But it’s so hard. I can’t even listen to his voice without feeling overwhelmed by sadness—knowing we’ll never hear that voice get to live the best life it deserved.
I just can’t. I can’t accept it—not now, not ever.
People might move on, they might stop talking about Liam, but not me. Never me. He’ll always be in my thoughts and prayers, no matter how much time passes.
Some people tell me to find comfort in something or someone else, but honestly, I don’t want to. There is NOTHING and NO ONE like Liam and the way he made me feel. His music, his voice, his smile, his laughter—that’s where I’ll always find my comfort.
Liam, I love you so much. More than words could ever express. ❤️
