I'm so angry that this is the only photo I have with you in it from last Halloween and that there are so many other memories I don't have physical evidence of you being with us. I hate that I have to scour through hundreds of photos for the tiniest glimpse of you or sound of your voice in the background of a live photo. I hate that I have such little proof that you were once alive and a part of our lives. I know all the pictures in the world wouldn't make it any easier to have lost you, but at least I would be less likely to forget all the moments you were a part of. I don't really even care that much about Halloween, but you were a part of our first Halloween in our new house and I know you would've been with us again this year. I'm so angry that you won't be.
