January 2015
Dear Levi,
Two years since you left me. Since that awful night. And now, something just as awful has happened. GiGi passed away. Too soon. I wasn't ready. I can't even comprehend it yet. Just, gone.
And before I was ready, either, I was selling my TV and appliances to travel through blizzards across the continent to Seattle, to drive to Yakima, to go to a place I've never been but always dreamed of, right into your presence.
That trip and all the weeks around it are too private, too precious and too fragile and too painful to put up on this blog. If you ever want to know what went through my head, you'll have to ask me for the leather journal. Or sit on my bed and hold me in your arms, or hold my hand walking through a secluded park.
But GiGi is gone.
Why? It is breaking my heart.
Your star,
Rigel
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