By Josiah Robb
You never kept a journal so it makes no sense to be rummaging through your old books and things for clues. We all talked. Yeah, we all knew you’d been through many a rough time but you were through it now. Great new job, kids back in your life. Healed, smiling, out running with your dog every morning. Looking through the window, I would smile and say hey. Good on ya.
You shall be remembered running free, ethereal cape of joy glimmering in the wind behind you. Is that what you wanted us all to see?
“I write because it’s who I am.” – the writer
