a little warm death

on msn at work one evening, fellow comrade from across the building said she would never be sufficiently equipped to deal with a loved one's death.

what can i say. really...

the whole notion of missing a dead person kills me.
and today, groggy from an afternoon nap, i sent a text message to f saying "honestly, i fear one day, you would drop dead before i do and i would be left missing a dead person, not knowing what to do. so really, what would i do then?"

to which, the reply was "we'll have lots of good times ahead."
boys.