just as I check out for the night.
It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words
RIP Daddy 3/7/38 - 8/1/08
Parc Guell, Barcelona