2 months.
2 months since my life was changed.
And people keep saying it will get better.
But it never does.
And people keep telling me I will hurt less.
But it all hurts just the same.
2 months since New Year's Day.
A day you thought you would never see.
We watched Dick Clark's countdown, hand in hand.
And after that, the doctors told me that you would be okay.
They told me I needed to go home.
But something told me that I shouldn't.
Something told me to stay.
And I endlessly argued with the doctor,
until he was too tired to fight anymore.
And I stayed by your bedside the entire night.
I stayed there while we talked about our memories.
I stayed there while we laughed and cried.
I stayed there while I watched you fall asleep.
And I stayed there when you just stopped breathing...
I love you. Rest in Paradise, Zach.