Is the last day I’m sixteen. In the past year I’ve had my heart broken, & I’ve been through hell & back. 

This time last year, I was excited because my Poppi was suppose to come from the hospital as my birthday present, instead he stayed for another four months. This year, he’s not with me anymore & I won’t be able to celebrate with him.. 

It hurts so much that the fact that the man who is number one in my life is no longer here for birthdays or other holidays. If he was still here, we would be baking a cake & making his special bread. I’d get waken up in the morning to pancakes & he’d kiss my cheek & in his sweet, familiar he’d say “Happy birthday baby.” & probably mess around with me & sing. 

It’s been eight months, & this heartache isn’t going away. I don’t know when it will be easier or if it ever will be. All I know is, that if I could wish for anything for my birthday, it’d be to have him back.

I miss you Poppi, I know you’re looking down on me in heaven. </3

Love,

Your little girl.