Louie, a fellow creative writer, would be upset if I used his death as an excuse to not keep with my self-promise to blog every day.

We’re still working our way through the pain. Dot’s best friend had his graduation party today, which helped. Except that he, too, was good friends with Louie. At any given moment, one or more of the seven graduates in the room could be found crying, surrounded by the rest.

It’s an extremely surreal experience and I never wish this agony on anyone.

I don’t want to write. But Louie wouldn’t want me to use … read the rest. . .

Sweeten my tea and share: