The bench.

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.