25 July 2019: It's been five years since Ryan died. It is still hard and sad. This year is really hard for a bunch of reasons, but there's a picture on my dresser that I looked at this morning that made me smile. We are standing on Roanoke's campus. He came with my mom when she drove me back after winter break. We both look so young. And happy.
Yet even when we posed for it, it was a bit of a facade. He was already struggling. And I wasn't great, though better than I had been, I guess. But we were trying. And it helped. Every picture with him has that narrative in it somewhere, I guess.
Anyway, five years. And 20+ since that picture. Still love you so much, Ryan.
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