so today marks 6 years that Atari has been gone.  it’s insane but i remember the phone call as if it was yesterday.  my mom called me at 7 something in the morning and i only answered the phone because i didn’t want my roomies to get woken up.  i remember being annoyed that she would call me so early and then she told me he was gone.  actually, the first thing she told me was that he had been shot.  i still didn’t understand why she had to call me so early to tell me that.  i said ok, i’ll come home this weekend and see him in the hospital then she said it. no, he’s gone.  they killed him.  i think my heart stopped beating for a moment.  i know time stood still.  but we’re back to today, six years later.  so i ask, isn’t time supposed to heal all wounds?  why can i still feel the lost so heavily?  i know that he watches over me and keeps me safe and sane.  much like he did when he was alive.  yet, i still ache when i think of another man lost to a war that nobody seems to care about. the case was never solved.  did we really expect it to be?  my mother lectured me yesterday and told me i have to let go.  sure.  just tell me how.  anyway, time hasn’t stopped today and i need to get ready for work so i’ll just ask for a moment of silence for all of our fallen angels…roses really do grow in concrete and even after they’re plucked their prescence lives on.   til next time…besos babe!!!