I think about you all the time. I miss you all the time.
I go into your room every morning, I pull up the blinds,
I look at your tidy bed and I remember when your head with your ton of hair lay on the pillows, and your six-foot long body reached the bottom of the bed.
Now, half a foot tall Bruno seems like a speck lying on your big empty bed. But his presence is big, imbued as your little bear is with a shared life time. Brave and stalwart as Bruno has always been, he cannot conceal that he too is heartbroken.
My darling, did you not know that we would have done anything for you? Did you not know that your heart was part of our hearts, and without it we are like a plane that’s lost one of its engines, and it is arduous to keep flying?
Awake or asleep, I look for you everywhere.
“Andrew, we want you back!”