When I woke up this morning at 9:30, I realized that Jody had been gone for two months to the day, almost exactly to the moment. His roommate's best guess is he collapsed between 8:30 and 9:30 their time. 8:30 there is 9:30 here. The last time Jody and I spoke to one another directly was over ICQ on June 4th. We said our usual good-byes and that was that. I never got to speak with him again.
It's funny. It doesn't seem like two months since then. It feels either like a couple of weeks, or a couple of years.
Adore, my sweet RubyOcelot. I hope you're reading this, somewhere.
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