The note.
Whether it can be described as a suicide note or letter or final words, the semantics don't much matter... another person in my life has crossed the veils, and somehow when I think that my heart has accepted too much of the tender moments of loss, it continues to reveal itself, as life's mysteries tend to do. So the Wheel spins, as it always does, and we, those that are left behind, pick up the pieces and find a way to move on... or, we don't. I don't know where to begin. I don't know how one moment I could go from this pure joy and love in my heart to the next feeling as though it has stopped beating, feeling as though time didn't even bother to stand still, it just broke. It broke in this solid moment where there was no going back or going forward, you were merely in this moment of pure, unfiltered pain... and yet, the pain was numbing. I didn't feel the pain the way I thought I would, in such a similar circumstance being revisited. Instead, I was j...