Everything is to quiet now that he's gone, it's like the light and sound went out of the world when he died; yet before he died, I could swear that he was never happier than he was in that last year. People always say that you don't know what you had until it's gone, but that is so not true; we knew what we had we just didn't know that it was going to end so soon. When I got the phone call that they found his body I half expected them to tell me that he died in the line of duty, but no they told me that it was cancer. I still can't believe that after everything cancer took him away from us, not a bullet or a Doom Bot but CANCER, and the worst part of it is that he never told us that he was sick. I never even pictured losing him this way, I'd always thought that he would have out lived us all, so maybe that's why he never said anything; all I know is that I never told him about our news, mine and Happy's I mean and I know that now is a really bad time to announce it but I'm pregnant and I'm thinking of naming the baby after him, like use his first name as a middle name or something. God, why is this so hard? I just hope that all the pieces that he left behind can be fixed.
I'll miss you and love you forever,
-Pepper