Snippets of Grief

 People on the internet are self-diagnosing again, and now poor K is subject to my rants, instead of you. Pretty sure she's less happy about this than you would be, mushroom head.

 I went to Silly Sollies & the Golden Circle factory outlet today. Everywhere there were reminders that you are gone; so many foods I would have bought to share with you, or for you to eat here. Plus, who's going to eat the things I buy to try and don't like, now? That was your job, butt-canoe.

 I keep thinking of things I want to say to you, or questions I want to ask your answers for. Most of all, I want to know what you were thinking, and did you know how loved you are?