Five years ago yesterday, I was in the waiting period for a divorce after a long separation, a relationship was out of control and a dear friend - the love of my best friend's life and my ex h's best friend - was killed in a single car accident en route to Devil's Tower, Gillette, Wyoming.
All our lives changed forever. He was like hte lynchpin holding so many of us together.
Less than a year later, my life in utter shambles, I arrived in Edinburgh w/the clothes on my back and a thousand demons hot at my heels. I didn't leave Denver, I fled.
Rich, I know you're in a better place - climbing and riding the mountains of your dreams. But we miss you here.
I wear your necklace still, but I know your spirit is too strong to stay close. It has to live on the same wind we scattered your ashes on.
Much love, Spicegirl.