Funeral For A Best Friend

The grieving may be finite, but the change is permanent.

I’m going to have to lean on the words and music of others to get through this post. I have no idea whether you will find value in it, or whether it will be cathartic for me.

As Prince wrote in his apocalyptic song “1999,” I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray. But when I woke up this morning, could have sworn it was Judgment Day.