July 25, 2007
The whole tragedy of getting into a car accident catapaulted him back into the forefront of my mind. I was too old and independent for family, and he was the only thing I had to hold onto, regardless if the mere act of holding onto him was sending and receiving a few sentences from him over email. His responses were simple and sweet as butter, but matter-of-fact. I needed that angelic exchange today but left it alone when he understood what happened. I stopped asking questions. Near and far. Time is a healer, a friend and a maker of dreams.