I bid you good day

My best friend Louise, who I've often mentioned here, passed away last night. This world is a worse place without her in it; wherever she is now is the better for having her. I honestly can't even comprehend it fully yet. I don't particularly want to.

Because I can't do the thing most symbolically fitting that she would get the biggest kick out of (getting drunk in the St. Mary's cemetery, ideally on a hideous combination of Mike's Hard Lemonade and that Educated Guess wine she always liked-- soon, little bandit--) right now, and because I know she would laugh and roll her eyes to see it, this is the poem painted on the wall we walked by every day for four years in college.

( blessing the boats )

I will miss you every day of my life, and there's a great fucking hole in it that no one else will ever fill.