( More pics under the cut )


I still can't believe it. I'm in shock. I've lost 2 best friends in less than a year.

I'm still grieving my father 2 and a half years later.... and I'll be grieving for her for a long time, too. I wish I could have held her, but there's always "what if" and "I shoulda..."

But it's too late for that.

Mark and I were driving down MLK in Tampa. We were almost to his house. Before we crossed 50th, there was a huge cemetery that stretched on both sides of the road for half a mile. Having lost several people including my father, I view cemeteries with respect, and if I happen to be passing one, I always look to see if any one else visits. It doesn't happen that often, cemeteries are usually empty except for maintenance crews and a rare family member or friend dropping by for a visit to put flowers on the headstone. I saw no one in this huge cometary and mausoleum. I was sad for all those that were buried there. Almost to the very end, I see a man in a brown suit standing over a grave with his hands in his pockets, looking downward at the headstone of some loved one, all alone, no one with him or even close by.

I know exactly how he feels.


( Tim's funeral is tomorrow )

I created this journal for many reasons. Those reasons will come. My old journal is now closed.

Jessica says:



Photo taken at Trip Park, 2/23/06. My best friend!

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