I saw a post on Facebook recently that said “2 of us died that day, but only one stopped breathing”. On 31st December 2024, a few of us died, but only you stopped breathing.
We constantly talk to you, and you constantly talk to us. I think in some ways, we have (sadly) mastered this. For me, it’s like you’ve become my inner voice. The one who now knows everything. And is now perfect in every way. It helps, in some ways at least. I sometimes worry that I will forget your responses.
Me: I don’t know how to live.
You: I know Mum.
Me: Knight is the stupidest dog in the world.
You: Mum!
Me: I should have been there that night.
You: You were there so many other nights. This was going to happen.
Me: I am falling apart.
You: Come on Mum.
Me: The rabbit is in the moon tonight Josh.
You: Not this again Mum.
Me: I’m sorry for all the fights we had.
You: It’s ok Mum. I’m sorry too.
Me: Look at that dog. It’s so cute!
You: Awwww
Me: Cadbury wants to come on my bed, but I’m scared he will bite me.
You: You just have to do it Mum.
Me: I miss you darling.
You: You got this Mum.
Me: xxx at work was so annoying.
You: What a dickhead.
Me: You look so handsome!
You: Ok Mum.
Me: I did xxx really well at work today.
You: Awesome, good job Mum.
Me: You didn’t cancel the CHAT GPT subscription.
You: Oh crap.
Me: Are you ok Josh?
You: Yup. You?
Me: I love you darling.
You: Love you more Mum
I Swear You Will Be Fine 
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