Limbo

A year ago today, I lost my best friend. It was a Sunday afternoon, sunshine started to peak through the rainy clouds, birds were chirping, traffic was light, one of those typical Sunday afternoons in LA. On that day, I remember I was more relieved than sad. I imagined we’d all cry by his side, but that’s the strange thing about death, you don’t cry over it, you accept its certainty, and… not quite sure what to do next. You’re stuck, knowing the departed won’t return, but you wish they do.

A year later, I’m in a land that is both strange and familiar, with no one by my side, facing uncertainty, wondering to my self, “My friend, what would you do?”