I let out a cry resembling a loud howl of pain that I’d been holding in my heart for almost three decades, followed by a few days of tears. I needed to mourn my sweet first boyfriend properly. Spasms of sorrow came and went these past few days, they helped usher in a new narrative about Eddie—he was funny, lovable, witty, kind, and didn’t deserve to be murdered in cold blood. I got to spend Eddie’s last few minutes on this planet with him before he died, this was the only good thing that finally revealed itself as a blessing from that horrific night. I’m grateful for Eddie’s memory as it continues to be a blessing and reminder of the goodness that once lived. May the victim of Sunday’s shooting be a memory of love and not the way he died. And to the great guiding lights in the Universe that once walked our planet…may you return to our hearts as peace, love, and light.
In hope and love...I am fearless.