I've wanted to write about her but it seems as though words are incapable of even beginning to scrape the surface of who she was and what she was to me. Writing her obituary and eulogy seemed less of a challenge somehow - the words chaotically scribbled on a page until the pieces came together in a poetic mess. I was still in shock then. The slow onset of reality over the past few months has been incomprehensible to say the least. But this is, in fact, the way of all things living. It is the natural cycle of our fragile existence. Death is the one condition on which we are given this life. It would be absurd to argue otherwise. Acknowledging this doesn't ease the relentless sting even by a fraction though does it...
To my closest ally, my sweetest friend. Happy Birthday.
~K
