happy birthday, Vicky. we all still miss and love you, that will never change. i sit back sometimes and think of how crazy it is how i can recollect our times together, but when i snap back into the moment, it hits me of how we can’t share new ones. it makes me feel better whenever i think of death and those of us who are separated by it, by rationalizing that we’re all one lifetime away from each other. just one life time. as short as that is, as terrifying as that might be.
again, happy 25th birthday, Vicky.
-ratha, 10:14pm, 9.13.17