Snippets of Grief

 F back at work today after her break. We talked about your funeral, and you, and all those little reminders that hurt. We went to Redcliffe, so I showed her where they held your service. I want to visit you, wherever you are, on your birthday. But I still don't know where that is. I fucking miss you, jerkfarm.

 I didn't write to you yesterday, not because I didn't have anything to say, but because I had too much, and today was your service. There are so many things unsaid.

 I just finished writing the first draft of the eulogy I will read at your funeral. I need you here to look over it for me, to tell me if it's okay. I can't even turn this into a joke, you donkey fedora, you.