It’s now May 23rd… two years from the day Richard died.
Yeah, I know the “official” date is the 28th of May. But that wasn’t when he died, it’s when they found him in his apartment. In my heart I know he died on this day.
We were at the farm that day. I remember sitting on the porch that evening looking up at the stars, and I was thinking of Richard. I looked out into the heavens and thought, “I hope you’re alright.” I had an uneasy feeling. Somehow I knew, though I wouldn’t understand that feeling for several more days.
The intensity of the pain is just breath taking – even two years out.
I miss you kid.
This is one of your mom’s favorite pictures of you, so I put it up here today.
Even with that damned Louisville hat on your head.
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