Finding Richard Parker, lifeless, was the worst moment of my life. Walking into his room on November 7, finding his stiff body under his water bottle, broke my heart into so many pieces that it felt like my heart became dust.
All I thought about was how I could have done something different - done something better. How I could have saved him. He saved me (which you will learn more about later), yet I could not save him.
The last two and a half weeks have been the worst weeks of my life. But not just because of Richard. It's worse than that. My life, my world, my love, and my sanity felt like it left when Richard's spirit did.
When I first started this blog, it was supposed to be in honour of Richard, and how I was going to carry on his legacy after his passing. Little did I know this blog was going to end up being about my own journey - a journey about how I am going to survive an unfair hand, and bluff my way through this game we call life. Maybe this story will have a "happily ever after", but at the moment, it feels like the antagonist is surely going to win.
Let me start at the beginning. A beginning that truly felt like a fairytale.
So that being said, once upon a time...
[Keep reading to continue the story...]
Rest in love, my sweet baby boy.