I keep imagining I see you, dear friend. You see, my mind has not yet completely accepted the fact that you are gone. Though I saw you lying quite dead in that dirty gurney. A week ago.

I have to keep reminding myself that I need not plan on buying the nice green guitar that I was going to gift you.

I have to find a new friend to discuss utter nonsense with. Complete nonsense with the utmost sincerity. That's hard to contrive, no?

Lunch times are the hardest. Today, I imagined three different people to be you. A flash, sudden excitement, and then darkness.

There is life after death, but I am not sure whether you know what your friends and family are going through here. I hope that you feel that whatever you did was worth it. And I would like for you to know that you were cherished. And loved, deeply. Were Are.