Friday would have been my fiance Valerie’s 40th birthday. She passed away suddenly on January 24th, 2013.
It still haunts me. I don’t think that you ever get over something like that. I don’t think you should.
I visited the grave, as I do every other month or so. I brought her a cake. I sang Happy Birthday and left a toy on her grave, this time a Wonder Woman figure. It suits her.
I know that it means nothing to her. How could it? If she could talk, she would tell me to stop. She’d tell me to let go.
Fuck letting go.