the air feels empty, though the sun is shining and the sky is cloudless, today is dark and gray to me. your absence is as real as any other day, yet on this day tears stream down my face into an ocean of memories i cannot escape. the wind blows my hair across my face and i smile, not because i am happy, but because i know you would want me to.
Rest in Peace, EA
February 10, 1984 - October 30, 2001
Love you, Abby. And your amazing way with words.
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