In his bewilderment he slept on her side of the bed, with a gun under the pillow.
Realizing gradually, then all of a sudden, all of the stuff that’s never going to happen.
I know you by your habits; the grooves you have cut in the world; the familiar boredoms I would miss beyond all else.
Life lessons so far:
1) life
2) life
He may have been a shit, but he objected to the word “total.”
They mourned their loss and then lived in its ashes.
We miss you terribly, without the comfort of knowing our love and respect was reciprocated.
Another day on earth;
pray for mercy and hope for the best.
We usually tried to avoid his visits, which often felt weighted with some unspecified tension or grievance. Later I learned that throughout this period he’d been in dreadful pain, and that our times together had been among the few things that distracted him from his suffering.
