Two Years

And, in some ways it really feels much longer than two years ago that my friend KC Hayward died. It feels like it happened years and years ago, but it has only been two years.

And, in other ways, it feels like it just happened yesterday or a week ago. That the time is moving much faster than I can keep up with it and this is disturbing to me in some ways.

KC, who told three men and his finace that I was the best lover he had ever had, and at some point I was romantically involve with all three of them. The longest being Ike, who is getting married on Saturday.

It was strange how KC's death bought some of us back together, those who had not talked in years for that short span a couple of months, while he was in the coma and during the three funerals. Most of them have stayed close and in touch but I have not really. I have backed off because the things they do don't always interest me. Bluegrass and PBR. Crafts and gardening. I can't even keep my flowers alive most days and I hate PBR. Bluegrass I can do sometimes but have always been more of a punk rock girl for good reasons.

I had forgotten about this day. About this anniversary and then was reminded by others. Yesterday, I was going through a drawer of pictures in my desk and came across the ones I have of KC when we were our closest.

He always bought joy and adventure to my life. I miss him for that. As, does so many others.

R.I.P. my friend.