Samantha Steele 20th January 1988 – 1st November 2014 “If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.” I took Sam to the historic cemetery across the street from our house one Spring a few years ago. She was skeptical about that particular outing but I like to think that by the time …
“You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice” – The Fault in our Stars, John Green –
Say you’ll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you’ll see me again Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams – Wildest dreams, Taylor Swift –
This post is Part Two of two. If you haven’t read Part One yet, you can do so here: Part One: Road trippin’. Sprawled in the dirt you watch the dust from CF’s abrupt departure disappear into the wind. You drop your forehead to the ground oblivious to the gravel needling your skin.
Regular readers will notice this post is written in a different style to usual. It is also Part One of two. This piece has a darker ending than what I usually finish with. A number of things influenced this post and I wanted to write it despite its different and darker nature.