Milepost 240.2

Ten years ago today. Nearly this hour.

It seems like I should write something. But I don't have anything to say.

Only that it still stings, nearly as much as the first minute. Just less often now.

Ten years of memories not made.

Ten years of memories fading, and worrying that the only thing you have left of them here on this earth is slowly slipping from your mind.

Ten years of looking forward to seeing them again, in a place where physics doesn't kill, and where "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”