Usually I loved the month December. I always had a great time with my family and friends.But without you it's different. I think there's a part of me that doesn't believe you're dead, a part of me that still thinks you're coming home. You never really get over losing someone who meant the world to you, and the pain doesn't lessen either. You just learn to live with it.Though I cannot see you,I know that your still here. In my memories you will always live,in my heart you’re always near,tears have fallen for you, some happy and some sad. I know I'm not perfect I know I'll never be I just hope you're up there and that you're proud of me.