I don’t know why I decided to watch this tonight. A little video montage someone made to remember you.
I am crushed. I cry until I am coughing. I just can’t believe you died. You were living and breathing and walking and talking- we were fighting and loving and everything was so unfinished- I can still see you- here, in this room, like a living being.
It’s a tough one tonight. The tent stakes of this little shelter I’ve set up camp in and lived in for over 365 days, for one revolution around the bright burning star, my “new home” with just the basic provisions for survival- those stakes aren’t strong enough tonight for the gales that blow about.
My quaint covering is blown clear into outer space.