as low as it goes...

loss seems only to become harder, never easier.

a very sweet and dear man, whose kindness and warmth always outshone everything else in any room he was ever in, has passed.

ed lyons, for everything, for your warmth, for your talent, for your friendship, for everything, i'm grateful. it was exactly 70 days ago (couldn't help but need to count) i sat on the patio at moonstones in chelmsford and discovered i had so much in common with you, and so much to learn, and so much for which to be grateful.

it's hitting me hard tonight. i don't want you to go...