In 45 minutes it will be tomorrow. Tomorrow it will have been a year since Elliott was thrown from his truck and killed on impact. Tomorrow I’ll also be 26.

I said this last year and this year I’m really feeling it again. You never realize how right everything is in your world until something goes drastically wrong. How could a 40 year old man die for one stupid decision? How could he leave his family and company behind? We miss him everyday. Everyday his absence is felt, everyday I wish he was still here.

I think back to that day in Vegas and how torn apart I was, I go there and the hurt all comes back like it was yesterday, not 365 days ago. I can’t believe it’s gone by so quickly. I hate thinking about it, it brings back so much hurt and pain but I find that right now I have to think about it. I have to remember and feel, because he deserves to be remembered.

Work is shut down tomorrow. I’ll be sleeping in and heading in around 10am. Then lunch at the office with the company and we’re going bowling. About 6 months before Elliott died we had done the same outing as a company.

Tomorrow daytime will be for him. Night time will be for me. We’ll celebrate me and I’ll try yet again to forget. Going to Peninsula for dinner and Acme Comedy Club for the show after, I don’t want to be sad. He wouldn’t want me to be sad. So we’ll go, laugh, have fun and I will probably have a few too many drinks. But that’s ok, he would have liked that, hell he would have paid for all the drinks, lol.

Cheers Elliott. You will always be missed and never forgotten…