I can't even get past those words without crying. I miss you so much. It's been over a year since you died in Mom's arms, and I came home from school to find you gone. I never thought I would survive this long. It hurts. I wished you would be there to see me become a teenager, see me graduate, see my grow up, and be my confidante, but it was your time to go, and I'm glad you're not suffering anymore.

You might be wondering why I'm writing you this letter, sweetheart, even though I talk to you every night.

Today Mom told me that Coco only has a month to live. I knew it was coming, but it breaks my heart that my sweet babies have to suffer so much. Your heart, his cancer... you didn't deserve it, and neither does he. Angel, please take care of him for me, and let me be by his side when it's his time to go.

It's been 14 months, 25 days, and 24 minutes since you crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and I miss you all the same.