Month: June 2015

We dedicated a bench to you today.

To you.

And Jordan.

And Katie.

In Georgetown.

In memory of you all.

It has a plaque with your names engraved on it.

And it’s in a lovely spot.

But it’s still surreal.

How can all three of you be gone.

Just like that.

How can there be a bench in your memory.

When you should be here in body.

And soul.

Living.

Laughing.

And loving.

It’s still completely surreal.

You should be here.

Not a bench with your names on it.

I have an almost constant nightmare lately.

I’m trying to save you.

Always trying to save you.

From zombies.

Or aliens.

Or vampires.

Or various versions of ‘bad guys’.

I’m trying to save you.

Always trying to save you.

Over and over.

Night after night.

But I can’t.

You’re already gone.