Monday, May 3, 2010
You would've been 22 today. 22. You were too fucking young. I wish you would've waited it out. Just a bit longer. Now we'll never know. But I can't point blame or get too angered. What's done is done and it was your decision. Yours and yours alone.
Time is fucking flying. That's the one thing about losing someone on the physical plane that's difficult - we keep moving, and at times it's tough to keep you moving with us. The continuity of a spirit or will that is physically no longer with us.
I'm in the process of writing another song about you. It's a little more gruesome, a little more from the dark, inner me. I think you'd appreciate it. Happy Birthday, Shannon. You are always missed, never forgotten...