Just a quick note. Yesterday, after picking up cat food then waiting for the 66 in the U-District to take me home, I was struck by how much I miss Matt. And just now, after reading Karri's exhortation to people not to drink and drive, I was again overcome.
I grieve not for him. Whether in heaven or the afterlife or just no longer existing, he's not feeling pain. I grieve for me. There's so much of his life that I will never get to witness or be part of. Nor will I be able to share my life with him anymore.
On the off chance ghosts or angels can read this, or aliens can pass on the message, I miss you Matt. Know that always.