Death is the last thing I would ever know to handle. Who does anyways? Ever since I've experienced it, life has never been the same. I could still damn remember how I was loudly whispering in the ER, "I believe in miracles", saying it one million times, expecting that the lifeline would change and a cough or jerk would happen. My heart still jumps out of my chest whenever I remember that moment.
3 months and not a day goes by without me yearning for her. She was so damn beautiful. Always have been, always will. I saw greatness and lived with it everyday. And guess what? There is no greatness without a hint of insanity. You would need to be partly insane to make great things happen. She always drove me nuts, but it always came with jaw dropping brilliance as well. Beauty & Brains are the deadliest weapons of all time.