I just remember thinking that this is how it was. This is how it will be.I walked up the stairs, holding it together. I feel the familiar warmth of the wood below my feet as I walk the ever familiar path to my room. There was so much to be done. I walk in and spot a bottle cap in my room. This little memory came back to me, bringing with it a deep reminiscent sadness. This was me remembering you. Remembering everything you made it possible for me to do. You made it possible for it to be okay for us to live and experience things, even if Mom and Dad didn’t always agree. You were the pioneer of the offbeat path, of all things new. I looked back at my hand and the metal edges were digging into my fingers. Did I grab it that tightly?
I could feel the sadness not anywhere in particular, just vague and hard to explain. The metal made a mark on my skin. You were gone. The permanence of the word bore into me. Gone. Gone.
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