He's been gone 10 years on Monday.
I can't believe it's been that long.
It seems like just yesterday that I heard the news, that I sat and wept, openly wept for him, for his child, for myself...
for the loss of one so young, so talented, so beautiful..
for one so despondent and tortured that he simply couldn't see any way out of the hell he had created around himself.
I remember thinking that if he, he who had all that, saw no other way to escape the pain
then what hope was there for the rest of us?
I still can't believe he's gone. I still can't believe he did it.
I want to believe that he's hiding somewhere;
That he made his escape from celebrity and is living in Peru
on a farm.
Then I see that he did make his escape. He did.
He made an escape.
And I'm still left behind to wonder...and to weep for his loss, for my loss.
For our loss.