✨ “All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.” J.R.R. Tolkien ✨ From the age of fourteen I always dreaded this day. It’s amazing to me that 22 years later, it still hurts, and somehow I still miss you. The tears have slowed over the years but the newfound pain of those who never knew you increases. The day you died was the last day I felt like I belonged. Since that day I have been “too much.” Too lo...