Tuesday, April 20, 2010
First a week early, and now a day early, and he's gone. Too much time spent fighting. Too much white noise from people who ultimately did not matter. Too much. Too much. We aren't disconnected but he's gone. I don't want to go home tonight. I don't want to see all the places where his stuff was and now isn't and all the places where his stuff still is. The pieces of his life that he didn't have room for, and that I will slowly over the weeks mail to him. The silence after his voice is gone, the constantly open door to his room which is now mine. The peace is almost louder than anything else.