They day that you got sick was suppose to be a holiday. The first holiday of the year. News Years day, that day will be my least favorite day of the year each year. It's the day that you died. We had no other choice. Couldn't risk the others gettingsick as well. The day will play in my mind over and over again, like a roller coastergoing non-stop. I cried like a baby. I cried so hard I made myself sick. I gotten a headache. I couldn't eat anything for hours. I don't remember all of my last words to you. I hope that you do. I do remember telling that I love you and I'm sorry. Though I have your ashes, it's not the same as when you were here with me. Even though you are close to my side as always your not really there. Every few days I put my fingers to my lips then to your box that contans your ashes. Then I say Hello Sky. My eyes start to water,I walk away so no one will see that I'm ready to cry. I will see you again one day.