The further we get from each other in time, the more I see you. Anxiety, bunker mentality, I have those. The determination to make a place, too. I found it hard without you, and I know you wouldn’t have wanted to leave us alone, but it’s okay. If I was the last thing you saw, it’s as if you placed some part of yourself in me, a final gift. Like Columbo always says, One more thing.
