Standing in my kitchen tonight at 5 am, I began to cry. It came out of nowhere and I was surprised by it. I had this sudden realization of how much I missed some people, some of whom are gone forever, most of whom I still dream about. Do they miss me too? Could they have forgotten all about me? That would be worse than death. I feel a deep and abiding love for everyone I know and have known. Sometimes it wounds me to think, at least in some cases, that I may be the only one still quietly shouldering that weight.