Dear 'Lo,

With death comes honesty.
SALMAN RUSHDIE, The Satanic Verses

Lying there...
...I wish I told you so much more.
I wish I told you every day how much I loved you.
I wish I told you what you meant to me...
how you took the time to listen to me.
How I KNEW you understood me.
I miss talking to you.
I miss you tickling me.
I miss your kisses on the top of my head.
I miss asking you stories about the "old" days.
I miss your smile. Your laugh.
And I know you're smiling now...


P.S. Do you miss 'La? Because I know she misses you.


-Love,
your "ap"; Ella.


Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
~From a headstone in Ireland