16 March 2016
172 Words
I’ve decided to sell off the horse Randy rode to my office to a local animal shelter. Randy left it here when he came to me from Texas and we rode back to his place (which no longer exists) on my jeep. It’s not my horse, and neither is it Randy’s, but seeing it outside every day just keeps reminding me of Randy, which is the last thing I need right now. I’ve been trying to distract myself by doing things that I like and get back into business in the AAC as normal, but nothing feels the same way anymore. I keep seeing pictures of Randy as the Employee of the Month all over the building. There’s no escape from the memory of him! Even writing down and saying his name hurts me. I wish I could just die and end all the pain, the hopelessness, and the suffering, and then I can see Randy again, wherever he is now.
O'Malley
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