They still haven't got the results of the autopsy so we can find out what actually happened that night, or at least have a few answers about what happened to you. Grandma called the coroner's office, and they've never even heard your name. How can two months have passed without any information being at that office? She's been cremated and in her pine box on her vanity for nearly seven weeks and there's nothing.

I know hearing what happened will never make me feel better about your loss. It will never stop all of the "what ifs" and it will never bring you back. But I just want to stop wondering about how.

Part of it is the greed to know everything about who you were. Every thought, every action, every cherished memory and every painful trial. I feel like I will never tire of hearing about you. I will always wonder.