A year ago today i was sitting on a beach in Mexico, with my friend Ginger and Lani. I cried a lot and mostly just contemplated my next move in life. I decided when I got back to Dallas, I was going to return home, and try to fix things with Sean. I sent him a text that i thought would be the starting dialogue to our next step.
I didn't receive a response. Because his stubborn ass refused to ever use an iPhone our contact while i was out of the country would have been limited to social media. The next morning i face-timed with Sean's sister Joi and she said she spoke to him that morning so clearly he was fine. Maybe he just didn't check the Facebook msg. He wasn't the biggest fan of social media.
i checked the alarm system and he had been going i and out of the house, so clearly he was fine. We had many talks the week before about how he felt he wasn't going to be here when i got back. time and time again i told him it was silly and he would be fine....
Little did we know the next day would be the last day anyone would here from him