in between the raindrops

Today I went for a run to escape the emotions twirling inside. The headphones on drifting to the words, "What they call love is a risk, cause you will always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own." The words stung as if shards of glass tore open my flesh. Why of all the people on this earth did it have to be you? You understood life, you just knew how to live. You were not afraid to call me out and say, "What the HELL are you thinking ash!?"

The rain hit my face as my pace quickened. This is not a feeling of a never ending chill for you would not appreciate the tears that fall down from my eyes. You know I can not wrap my brain around the idea that you are really gone. Perhaps it has not hit me yet. It will happen in about a month when I am excited to tell you all about how Haiti was, or when I just want someone to talk to.

You would understand this, as I was running the air was warm and i felt it on my skin between the raindrops, never have i felt such beauty. I feel close to you in these moments. I will forever see you in things of beauty for you were beauty.

The light has gone dim this evening and in a matter of hours I will be at your funeral, but dear sir know that my tears are tears of thanks to God for blessing me to have known such a soul as yours. This will be a celebration to your life and all the people you have touched. You were not afraid to be real in this world where fakeness abides. So my dearest I will love you till my last breath and smile because you made me smile and laugh because you made me laugh and in moment when i am about to do something stupid your voice will chime in "What the hell are you thinking ash?"

Bucknucks ;)