Memories of our son Frank Ruiz Jr

Frankie
I am having a hard time.
I fight the black feeling.
I fight to hold on.
It would be easy to let go.
I fucking miss you with everything I have.
I am so FUCKING angry, and I miss your face.
I miss your laugh.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss my funny son.
I miss my cranky son.
I miss Jacks Dad, and Ilanas fiance.
I miss you and Pops, together.
I miss the Pops when you were still here.
So much has changed.
I hate it here without you...