" Oh god ," I sighed. It was 6:57 and on most mornings, I would have been out of the house already. Probably somewhere sandwiched in the morning rush hour. But the reluctance to move is real these days. Instead of waking up with the drive to conquer the day, I wake up with an unexplained feeling of sadness wrapped around my bones - the kind of sadness you vaguely recognise but haven't quite learned to deal with. " Where are you now? " That bloody question etched in the forefront of all my thoughts. I'm not sure if it's my 7-year-old conscience haunting my 24-year-old self, or my 24-year-old self drawing out my 7-year-old conscience. " Gone. Six feet under. Just gone. " I don't even need to remind myself. I know this all too well. But despite the hard truth engrained in my head, I still wish y'all were here on days like this. ~~~~~~~~~~ " I wonder what Papa would say if he was around. I'm pretty sure he'd ...