Dear GB

Hi GB.

I visited you for the first time since it happened. It was good to be there, to be "close". I let my forhead rest on the cool marble above your name. Hoping that I could pick up a kiss from you. I was transfixed by the dash between the dates. It seems impossible that the insignificant and scant, thin piece of a metal could mean and hold so much. That dash is where you and I shared life. What I wouldn't give to have the dash be longer...

I had a nice conversation with K. on Friday. On the way home, I thought about my perception of the "perfect visit", (being with you and K.). It hit me on the way home, that for right now, this was the perfect visit. It isn't how I truly want it, but for now, it is how it is going to be.

Thanks. For spending time with me.

Even, after all this time, I still can't be me without you. I miss you more each day.

I love you, GB.

~your daughter, Claire.