3.17.21 5:23 pm

Sitting in ikea. your father is trying to get us a certain slipcover for some chairs. wondering if I am making you proud. wondering if you know how much I love you. how much I would give anything to have you here. tears streaming down my face. thankfully I have a mask on to give me a modicum of privacy. the tears are always just below the surface. for the rest of my life I believe that I can cry on command. the loss of you. there aren’t words.