For all the things that she was in my life, she wasn't just a relative, she was a friend...
Somewhere in the last ten days, or a fortnight... it's still a blur... the phone rang in the morning...
In the cold, dark stillness there was a voice... come soon, come quickly, there is little time...
And there was little time...
But time enough to say a goodbye, of sorts...
It's one of those instances of "I thought you'd go on forever...", but you didn't....
And now what am I going to do?
Get on with my life?
But my life, my "future" had time allocated specifically for you...
And now you're not there... And now what will I do with that time?
Because, you see, it was "Your" time, our time, not time that is easily reallocated...
Feeding the ducks at the lake, no matter how pleasurable, isn't the same as spending that time with you....
You know that the future won't be the same without you...
It's the same, and different with the birds... I know they're going to die...
The shock and grief that comes with their passing is tempered...
I know the birds won't always be there... it's quietly, stoically understood, but people...
People should be allowed to live forever, because it's not fair that they don't.
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