Life is comprised of moments and memories, and I am thankful for the ones we shared.
You called me a week before your passing to get me to go out with you, and I politely declined, thinking we would have many more opportunities, not knowing this would be the last time we spoke. You called me an old woman at the end of the conversation. I laughed it off. I wish I had agreed to gone out with you.
It hurts that the memories I have of you are finite; I can't add any more to the collection I have acquired.
But beyond myself, the biggest sting of all is that you no longer have the ability to make more memories of your own. There was no one more deserving. You were so selfless, and kind. A social justice warrior. It hurts that you don't get to experience all the marvels of this life, when you were so deserving. I live my life knowing the trip could end at any moment, yours ended too soon. Think of you often, you are etched in my brain.
Peace and love bud.