Aaaaaand you just don’t get it.

Yesterday was the 8th anniversary of BB’s horrible, awful death. Yes, the death part was actually horrible and awful as well as the aftermath. If you recall, I posted last year about how I commemorated the stupid day to make it less stupid, less ridiculous and less hideously obscene. I emailed friends and family about the day and asked them to contribute their thoughts. This year, I put them all together, edited of course, and forwarded that back to everyone.

Some obviously didn’t care to respond last year or said something so stupid I couldn’t include it. This year it continued.

Some didn’t freaking take the time to read or at least comprehend what the crap I was even saying, that this was from the previous year. Missing the mark completely. Why do I try? (SEE ME DOWN HERE, BUD?)

I get responses from some people about how it is sad to miss BB but that I should be so thankful for the life I have now blah blah blah.

Um, YOU don’t get it.

I get responses from others that are truly appreciative but add nothing.

Um, okay.

I get responses that totally miss the mark altogether, telling me how THEY are doing. What exactly DOES fine mean?

Um, nope.

I get NO response.

UHHHH, who ARE you? Jerk.

Don’t get me wrong, there are a few meaningful responses and I truly take them to heart.

But then, I got an email from BB’s BFF today. HE GETS IT. Makes me feel good. And understood.

That our lives really truly are missing something. That even though we do this thing called life, we can’t help but think of what might have been. That we want to remember. That we will not EVER forget. Anything. ANYTHING. YOU hear?

‘and that is that’.