Thomas Newman - Any Other Name
4.9.09 : M
If you were still here. Walking within the vicinity of my ribcage. Today would have been a warm beautiful day. Today we'd have talked about horses always having an appetite. Easter-themed smiley cookies. And how inspiring it must have been when my grandfather drove cross-country from California to Pennsylvania with a parrot named Petey keeping him company the entire way. I miss your comfortable company.
4.9.09 : M
It's a sharp sentimental sadness when you catch yourself backstroking through pools and pools of memories. As if it weren't a common daily occurence that somehow shook-down surprised you. I always think of you. Because it's hard to wrap my heart around these 3 long years. Sometimes seeming short. Most often times it's unbelievably overwhelming to think of you being gone so long. Longing for that infinitely-elusive hug. A laughter and a smile that are both so dearly missed. How I miss you, M.
4.9.09 : still M
To think that the cancer was even capable of causing chaos in your body's courageous components. Will always be beyond belief. It wasn't fair that your body lost bits and bags and boxes of it's strength. It wasn't fair that it was you. It wasn't fair that you died that day. I wish you were here. I wish your lungs were launching laughter into this room. I wish for the only one that could ever be you.
4.10.09 : M
My feelings go without saying.
