I have a picture of my uncle/godfather that I lost to suicide
above my bed & every night I talk to him, & tell him about how my
life is going & my problems & the good things. I tell him a lot.
I don't know if he can hear me, but I just vent in hope that he
does. Even though i know he can't talk back to me. I know I
always have someone to talk to. It keeps me going. Seeing his
smile & just thinking that he would want me to do what he didn't
have a chance too. Live the life I love. People may think this is
crazy, but I don't care. He's my angel ♥
I love you Uncle Billy ; We will see each other again one day.