10.19.17

I remember we almost died the night we drove out west to get you.
My dad told us it was a terrible idea, he told us we shouldn't go, but we did.
We took wrong turns, we were pulled over by cops, we ended up in a motel for the night where you pissed on the bed, but seeing your face in the morning was well worth it all.
Once we were home that was it, we were home, and you were too.
Ten years later I come home to find out that your home isn't here anymore, it isn't our physical house and I can only hope that your new home is somewhere celestial, where the rest of the stars are.
Thank you for everything. I really can't thank you enough.
I'll see you soon, Bella.

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