Dear David,
It’s been two months since you’ve been gone and the world is such a different place without you.
I still have visions of you rounding the corner to tell me everything will be alright. You were always good at giving comfort and understanding, but now I have to find that on my own. I’m sure you would say, “But you’re not alone, Gail” — which is true, I have good friends who care for me, but even after a pleasant evening in their company I still go home and stare at the walls because a part of me died with you that day. I mourn for you, but also for us.
