Tear ducts have been working overtime.
Obviously, nothing is forever. We know that – we truly do.
I know, too.
But why can we not handle the truth?
The circumstances in which it happened was just too damn coincidental. While we were away for that stupid celebration in which I wore heavy robes and a hat that kept sliding off my head, she felt her life slipping away.
Did we leave her, or did she leave us?
A friend once said that she was very much like me. I have to agree.
We shared a lot more than mere companionship. We had a bond, and a very strong one at that.
So allow me to grieve, for I have just lost a part of me.
1992 â€“ 2005
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