chris. he loved me well.
today, december 12th, had it not been for his death at the age of twelve, he would have been 50 years old. these anniversary dates are always difficult, but today was especially hard as i sat trying to imagine what life would have been like had he lived. my tears this day were tears of what could have been, tears of if-only's, tears that won't change the past, but tears nonetheless.
i remember the day of his death like it was yesterday. there was no warning. one day he was here, the next day, he simply did not feel well and like that, he was gone a 