I feel like I have been put through the ringer with this awful head cold or flu and am growing restless with lying around but have just enough energy to post something, no matter how rag-tag, mysterious and bloated its contents, I am meeting the simplest of requirements for NaBloPoMo and writing on this, the 30th and final day of November.
Smiling, your voice nearly, completely stolen, you could not speak, except for the raspy words, “don’t cry.” I cried for you. Wait, no, you are at peace. I cried for me, knowing that I would never see your smiling face again, never hear your jokes or quick wit, never feel the presence of your kind, generous spirit nearby.
Never again shall I hear the special name by which only you called me nor take fun and exciting excursions at your side. I shall miss you for the rest of the days of this life. Until we meet again ~ Love, [my special name]