I’ve heard tell that you should leave the dead be. That if you raise them they don’t come all the way back, that something’s… off about them. Some important part of them missing.
But you’ve been gone three months and it hasn’t gotten any easier. I sleepwalk through my days, directionless where once I had purpose. You did so much for me, were such an important part of my life, and I don’t think I ever took the time to appreciate it properly.
So I’ll bring you back.
And however much of you returns, I’ll count it as a blessing.