Word.

It's been a little while. To all of my would-be readers, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for a lot of things.
The fact of the matter is that things change in an instant, and we're not always ready to think, or talk, about those things. About how one day everything is ok and planned out, and the next day is shattered on the floor, a broken reflection of what could have been.

I'm writing this letter to my friend, that oddly enough I have titled. Its called Two Funerals and a Wedding. Because thats how it seems to work. For every wedding, there are two funerals.