The memories of your smile
Five years ago, I was almost eighteen and full of trivial drama.
Five years ago, nothing was ever going to change with us.
Five years ago, I had seven best friends.
Five years ago, we were invincible.
Five years ago, I'd only experienced death in abstract, it-was-his-time sorts of ways.
March 12, 2006, changed all that.
Elliot. How we miss you . . . but how thankful I am to know that you are alive and no longer mourning or crying or aching. For you, the old order has already passed away and all things are already made new.
Rock in Paradise, dear friend.
Five years ago, nothing was ever going to change with us.
Five years ago, I had seven best friends.
Five years ago, we were invincible.
Five years ago, I'd only experienced death in abstract, it-was-his-time sorts of ways.
March 12, 2006, changed all that.
Elliot. How we miss you . . . but how thankful I am to know that you are alive and no longer mourning or crying or aching. For you, the old order has already passed away and all things are already made new.
Rock in Paradise, dear friend.