When we were kids, We handpainted strawberries on a swing. Every moment was so precious then. I'm still kicking, I'm daydreaming on a strawberry swing. The entire earth is fighting, All the world is at its end. Just in case an atom bomb comes falling on my lawn, I should say and you should hear I’ve loved, I've loved our good times here And I will miss our good times here ❤️ This was the first time in my life and since Jonathan was killed that I’ve been able to touch his ashes. We didn’t get to spread them the way we had planned (our Airbnb neighbor was psychotic), but we did it nonetheless and I can’t put the emotion into words, but I am missing you every day, little brother, and it is so unfair.🕊 #xoxo