The colors in it remind me of a shirt he wore to a fundraiser for the AIDS organization we both worked for. I hated this picture of that night, until Ron died five years ago today.
Now this is one of my favorite pictures of us together because when someone you love dies things don't look at same anymore. Now this is the picture I look at when I miss him terribly. Now when I look at it I see our friendship and not my oddly bright lips or my frizzy hair.
It's a shitty trade; these new, more appreciative eyes for the loss of such a dear man. But we must get comfort where we can.
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