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#84
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Gallagher
It Won't Stop
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I haven't posted in either of the threads so far.
I haven't felt like I've had anything to say that wouldn't be heard time and time again.
I haven't been here long. Not compared to a lot of you folks, that is. And I didn't have the chance to know her nearly as well as I would have liked. I couldn't tell you her favorite color, or food, or animal. I couldn't say her fears, or dreams, or anything of the sort. I hardly know a thing about her, big or small.
But I know that I loved her. And that I still do. And I will for far longer than the brief time I've been allowed to know her.
I don't know if I want to be a part of this little group here... Something about it doesn't feel right to me. Maybe it's not my style to be part of something bigger like this. It never has been, really. In all my life, I've always dealt with loss by shutting myself off for a few days, then just... starting to talk.
Well, that's what I'm doing now.
Red and black does not feel right to me. I understand the connection, but forgive me if I don't follow it. It just doesn't seem like... her. I have no wolves or butterflies and, frankly, I don't feel like any symbolism would be right for this. Right for her.
What I'm wearing is something close to the sort of thing I would have had when I met her. I don't know much about her, but I do know that in my little group, I am the doctor, and she is my bio engineer. She was brilliant, kind, courageous, and absolutely fantastic. I've no doubts that she'll still be just that when we meet again. Fantastic.
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Posted 03-28-2012, 04:55 PM
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