every single year on 321

This is such a difficult day. Your day, Tommy. I wish I could undo all the hurt.

I read things, from that time of life, and really just can’t believe what I’m reading.

I don’t need or want anything from you. I am so, so sorry for how things went.

I just want to undo all the hurt. I hope that you don’t hurt. I’m ok, for the most part, these days.

But every single year, on this day, forever, I honor you and the things that you taught me about myself.

I wish you well. I hope that you don’t ever think of me if doing so causes you to hurt at all. Be well.

Namaste.