The hardest month of every year

It's been 7 years best friend. I'm 14 now. My best friend was my Aunty Mary Rose (my grannys sister). I miss you and I don't know if you've seen but in October every week for 7 years i cry because thats the monh you passed away. I know you wish you could be here to watch us grow. Nobody really talks about you anymore which is hard because you are in my mind everyday. Some days I just want to stay home and sit in the dark and cry because its been hard and I wont you here to comfert me. I had a dream about you a few months ago i woke up excited thinking you were here but I remembered you were gone. When you left my heart felt like it got stabbed over and over again. And i know your in a good place but I believe you would have a better time here. I miss you and I love you and words could ever describe it and how much pain I have been left with. I love you and I miss everything about you. And I hope oneday they find a cure for cancer so nobody has to go through what you did.