Goodbye

The page blurs as I read about neurons and all I can think is that you're neurons will never fire again. It's sick and horribly biological. I know you're happy staring at the shining face of the most Holy High God but here on Earth we'll miss you. The only thing I can remember is that you told me not to speed- ever. I didn't listen. I'm fine, but it's the principle that matters. I'm sorry. But I promise I'll never forget that your fingers wiggled when I last held your hand.