August the 3rd has always been covered in dark clouds, but I find that strangely comfortable.
Six years ago to this very day, I lost one of the most important people in my life. Lost is a strong word, because I still feel him everywhere. Though, his physical presence is a hole in my life that will never be filled. Whenever I’m feeling particularly sorry for myself, I’m reminded that he broke his promise – he wasn’t there for my high school graduation, or my college graduation for that matter, he won’t be there to destroy anyone that breaks my heart, or my wedding. But I’m lying to myself when I think that, because I still feel him everywhere. He was there for that, and he has been to every show I’ve done. He has rained down on me when ever I feel like giving up. He will send the signs and the works of karma, and he will be at my wedding.
Life after death is something that has been playing on my mind lately, probably due to the play I’m currently doing, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t care much for the technicalities. To me, he has been proof that I don’t have much to worry about after death; because in life and death, there is love either way.