The Questions That Haunt Us When a Friend Dies Young

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This morning I turned on the sink and there you were, soaking my thoughts.

How long has it been since I’ve really thought of you? Wondered where you’d be, what you’d be doing, if you’d be settled or restless? How long since I’ve pondered how I might bridge the gap between us, between the worlds of the living and the gone, between who we were and who we are now? What an…