Death

Sunday, Nov. 21, 2004 @ 11:45 p.m.

We know that death is very real.

So why does it seem so surreal when it strikes someone close to you?

I wasn't close to her. But I sit here now, trembling in tears as I recall what little time I spent with her. All the things she did for me.

Even all the little things. Especially the little things.

What I would give now to tell her "thanks". Just one little word that somehow miraculously sums up everything.

"Thanks".

I find myself in grief...

Because I didn't get to say that word when she was around to hear it.

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