Over the past two months I have done some real pondering about life, death, love, and the future all smashed together into some sort of fucked up mathematical hypothesis. (I don't even think that makes sense but it maybe it does?)
What sprung these wild thoughts and visions was the fact that I'm in love, almost 30, and lost one of the most important people in my entire life.
I lost my brother, David Thomas Keeney on April 6th. It was a brisk, sunny day and goes down in the books as the worst day of my life. I feel as though half of my heart is cold and I don't believe that there is going to be any way to re-warm it.
David's last days were the most horrific and beautiful moments that I will treasure for the rest of my life. I was there with him until his last breath and I don't think that I have any tears left in my eyes to weep. I miss him every second of every day and I find it torturous to think of the future without his smile, laughter, and presence in this world.
I love you Bubby. Heaven is so lucky to have you!
August 6, 1986 - April 6, 2013
