I haven’t written in a while. There are sometimes very few words to say, and those left are somewhat insufficient. How does one begin to even express the growing certainty of absence, how do you describe the sadness of not knowing and not having. In this significant month of remembrance, I too remember, the one who was and wasn’t, the one who is and isn’t, the one who remains but has left. Years have passed and there are days when I swear she died a few hours ago. Zia, what an incredibly beautiful name, a name infrequently used, in passing, the name of the well known stranger, the silence broken. Yes I haven’t written in a while but I’ve hurt, I’ve missed, I’ve wished, I’ve loved, I always, always love.