for time is the longest distance between places

It's been twenty years but I still think of you from time to time. The last time we spoke was Friday or Saturday. You asked me for a copy of Wasteland. I didn't get the news until Tuesday. Afterwards I went for a run so I could cry where my parents wouldn't see.

A few other friends have joined you in death. It doesn't get easier. The world is poorer having lost each of them. I am richer having known them. As long as twenty years has been, I'm still young and grief sometimes seems like a memory far down the road.

Adam, I'm sorry.

that's all, I don't think of you that often