My Heart has joined the Thousand , My Friend has stopped running today.”
My dearest Scottie.
I love you. I always will. I will never, never forget you.
You were my everything and my perpetual thorn in my side. You had the ability to force me to unlock aspects about myself that I would’ve never found with out you. You were my perfect counterpart. My Yang to my Yin. Beyond that you were so many thing s to me. You truly understood the idea of always making the world we lived in an epic adventure on a shoe string budget.
We both did things to each other that hurt and hurt deeply, but I don’t think that those moments of pain would’ve been as intense if they weren’t immediately followed by spans of absolute euphoria.
You looked like an angel tonight. You finally looked so peaceful, and I sincerely hope that you are where ever you may be. Still, when the time came for me to leave you It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
How can you be gone? How is it possible that I will never again receive my good morning and good evening calls. How is it possible that we will never again wonder the streets of downtown or watch horridly bad movies. How is it possible that you and I will never again laugh at all our inside jokes? How is it possible that we’ll never see Africa, or talk about Hemingway or drown ourselves in a bottle of Sailor Jerry? How is it that I’ll never roll my eyes at you again, or talk about cooking Turkeys at 3:00 in the morning. How is it possible that I’ll never again kiss you or play with your hair or fall asleep while curled up next up and have that wonderful feeling that I was safe and secure and that nothing would ever happen to me? It is unfathomable to me that none of those things will ever take place again. But little by little I’m realizing that they won’t.
I miss you. I miss you so much.
If I had gotten there sooner would it have made a difference? Could they have saved you?
When all had been said and done I was outside and staring at the sky. I saw a falling star, I have to believe that it was you.
God, I miss you so much. I’m so angry at you. I’m so empty, and at the same time my heart feels so full of so many indescribable emotions that it feels like it’s about to burst.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Rest in Peace my best friend, my lover, my Beatrice, my Simon, my Morning Star and unfortunately and ironically, my Bill.
Scott Allen Biarnesen
December 22, 1977- September 26,2006
I love you. I always will. I will never, never forget you.
You were my everything and my perpetual thorn in my side. You had the ability to force me to unlock aspects about myself that I would’ve never found with out you. You were my perfect counterpart. My Yang to my Yin. Beyond that you were so many thing s to me. You truly understood the idea of always making the world we lived in an epic adventure on a shoe string budget.
We both did things to each other that hurt and hurt deeply, but I don’t think that those moments of pain would’ve been as intense if they weren’t immediately followed by spans of absolute euphoria.
You looked like an angel tonight. You finally looked so peaceful, and I sincerely hope that you are where ever you may be. Still, when the time came for me to leave you It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
How can you be gone? How is it possible that I will never again receive my good morning and good evening calls. How is it possible that we will never again wonder the streets of downtown or watch horridly bad movies. How is it possible that you and I will never again laugh at all our inside jokes? How is it possible that we’ll never see Africa, or talk about Hemingway or drown ourselves in a bottle of Sailor Jerry? How is it that I’ll never roll my eyes at you again, or talk about cooking Turkeys at 3:00 in the morning. How is it possible that I’ll never again kiss you or play with your hair or fall asleep while curled up next up and have that wonderful feeling that I was safe and secure and that nothing would ever happen to me? It is unfathomable to me that none of those things will ever take place again. But little by little I’m realizing that they won’t.
I miss you. I miss you so much.
If I had gotten there sooner would it have made a difference? Could they have saved you?
When all had been said and done I was outside and staring at the sky. I saw a falling star, I have to believe that it was you.
God, I miss you so much. I’m so angry at you. I’m so empty, and at the same time my heart feels so full of so many indescribable emotions that it feels like it’s about to burst.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Rest in Peace my best friend, my lover, my Beatrice, my Simon, my Morning Star and unfortunately and ironically, my Bill.
Scott Allen Biarnesen
December 22, 1977- September 26,2006