So many things remind me of you.

I regret things getting so bad.

Some things can never be replaced.

It is not uncommon for a terminally ill person to begin preparing for their death.

Just a bad romance.

For years I have kept journals and diaries, most of which end up going through my shredder (those vents that I wrote in moments of frustration or anger, times of sorrow anbd bitterness now behind me that I need not dwell on) at a later date, though some pages I have kept, reminders, sage bits of wisdom from lessons learned, special times and memories I enjoy looking back on. It is all good therapy, serves a purpose for a time…these footnotes of my life.

Leaving a dying love one in a hospital bed is agony.

You made sure to leave reminders of you so we could have something to remember you by forever.

A comparison of the a poem called “Reminders” by Geoff Goodfellow and a song called “Love Never Runs On Time” by Paul Kelly.

It is no fun being in too deep.