The Last Time I Saw You

Mon, 02/12/2018 - 12:58 -- fking18

Dear Rebecca,


You weren’t yourself the last time I saw you.

If you could read this now, I think you would agree.

To be fair, I don’t think I was truly myself either.


I remember someone laughing uncontrollably, first me, than another girl.

The jokes weren’t funny. Everyone else knew it, but we couldn’t stop ourselves.

The fear, the panic, the pre-grief we felt had to bubble up somehow, and that was the way it was going to go.


I sometimes wish I had told you this the last time I saw you,

but I don’t think it’s the kind of thing you would have wanted to hear.

No one else wanted you to hear it, either.


Let me make one thing clear:

You were never a burden.

At times, your illness was, but you never were.


The months and anniversaries after your death always seem so sappy to me.

I don’t miss your “lovely spirit,” or your “generosity to others.”


I miss you.

I will always miss you.


Wherever you are, I hope you know that.





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