� I wish she wasn't. � 2003-05-07 � 8:45 a.m. �
I thought of Lacey this morning... and I started crying as hard as I did the day she died. Even now the stabbing pain of realization is much too strong to handle... maybe it's that Friday night I'll be home... and she won't be there. Friday night I'll wrap my arms tight around Nate's body and a piece of his heart will be gone.
Maybe it's just that I miss her... and her absence from this world, even six months later, is inconceivable to me...
She is young... she is beautiful... the essence of all things good and pure in the world. And she's gone.
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