I don't think the eighth of October will ever be a day I'm not fumbling over words.. This day, the day you left your physical form, is the most painful day and a day that casted a permanent shadow of aching on the rest of my life. But under that same shadow there are rainbows And butterflies. And strength. And forgiveness and there is healing and these miracles have all been left in the wake of your sleep. You laid a map for me and you knew it would take blind faith, complete trust, and a love without question to follow without you but you also knew that that's exactly what I would do. When I strayed from you, and tried to take my own life, I woke up in the hospital and my nurse's name was gina and I heard you immediately in my mind "what tha fuuuck are ü dooooin my dood, shits not gonna fly, n life is too beautiful and you gotta do the damn thing." I'm mad that you had to go but I understand your spirit was too strong for the physical world for you to change all of the things and lives that you have. You are every molecule of every in between. Gina Marie Greenlee, my best friend, and divine angel, here's to another year of living with the gift of carrying on yours. So can I ask whoever reads this, if you have a minute or feel this, write her name into the dirt? Sand? on a piece of paper to burn? just write her name anywhere and add to the thousands of variations of "Gina" I have carved into mountains and laid all over this planet.