Drowning and yet about to fly.
A few hours after your departure, the chain that united us is starting to disappear. You were famous, and famous will remain, through the nickname everyone knew you for.
This really isn't depressing at all...
Source: sherlockstrange Something small about early childhood parental loss. I was 7 when losing dad. In a green field sat an old wooden house. The woman stepped out of the car and into the field.
Beautiful words describing the first fleeting moments of trying to process the loss of a loved one. Rest in paradise 🙏🏾 04/22/19 Uncle T.
The ocean tides wash you until you’re nothing more but merely a memory.