I Hate This Day

Every year on the day before today, I re-live that horrible middle-of-the-night phone call that told me you were going away.

And every year on this day, I re-live the phone call that told me you were gone. Gone while I sat in an airport, waiting for my flight to see you. A trip that never happened, a hello and a goodbye that never happened.

There will be no goodbye to you. Once I said hello to you, a million years ago, all the goodbyes in the world could never stop that one hello.

The Things That Don't Go Away

Mario Cuomo died today, Ingrid. Remember when you were doing tech for the 1984 Democratic National Convention and were there for his famous speech? I have a fantastic letter from you telling me all about it, and the excitement you felt then. We always did enjoy preaching to the fellow members of our liberal choir, didn't we?

There are so many things that make me think of you, I don't believe I'll ever run out.

Today one of those things went away.

Damn, I miss you, pal. You'll never go away from me.