It’s been two years since the person who brought me so much joy and delight chose to take her life. Grief is a weird, funny thing. I still, actively, two years later, hear or see something and think, “OMG I am going to text Strummer about this.” And then remember this is no longer possible. While it almost feels like my time with Strummer was an entirely different life from the one I’m in now, she’s still with me as if she is my own muscle memory. I miss her, I am so grateful that I spent the 8 or so years of friendship I had with her being completely ludicrous in how we lived our lives. Mostly, I am still so angry at what brought her to this decision, and how we as a society have not improved or grown for the better in anyway. I guess that’s a rant for a different day. For today, I am going to smile, laugh, yell really dumb things, sit in the park with my friends, drink beers and listen to our favorite bands. I love you, Brittany. So damn much. #griefishard #Imissmydeadfriends #brittanystrummerforever #strummerforever (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNIZ5aBFtWL/?igshid=1pyjbwpyyruj3