It's been eight years almost to the day since @isotoperuption passed, and I wish I could say things have gotten better, or at least, more stable in the world, so I could stop feeling glad that she hasn't lived to see 2023.
I miss you so, so much Captain-- you could fine the silver lining in damn near everything even as you struggled to find your own personal silver lining. You were a perpetual firework of enthusiasm for any endeavor someone undertook, and while I've tried my best to fill that void in the people you left behind, it's harder than you ever made it look.
I danced more than ever this year, and usually that helps, but I'm still crying at my keyboard at 10am. Maybe because I'm not just dancing for you anymore this year and last. I've lost someone else since then and I guess I just need to adjust to the weight--but I'll never stop. I'll never stop dancing for you, and for everyone else I've lost.
See you in the next cycle, Captain.












