You died in an airplane crash last night while I was in deep sleep. I was sad but not ruined. A flight attendant in her earthly blues gave me a small green soft plastic nightlight with your name on it. I picture it still glowing about a foot off the hardwood floor of my bedroom. And this is how I remember you.
Sober.
I used to have a drinking problem. I don’t think it ever elevated to the point of “alcoholism” and I don’t identify as an alcoholic,
August 3, 2023
