It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
It was a surreal period in time. No one can even try to imagine what it is like until they also are forced to endure it. This day for me as 23 years ago on May still feels wrong that my dad died that many years ago.
So much of me Is made from what I learned from you You'll be with me Like a handprint on my heart And now whatever way our stories end I know you have re-written mine By being my friend I love you. Like a handprint on my heart.