It’s been 2 years since I lost my friend. My found family, my Bat. Simply the coolest human of all of em. The best among bastards and miscreant scamps. The best of the biggest hearts. He would’ve loved so many of you, I’m sorry we didn’t have more time. He loved my kids like family. So much. So much so it’s like I’ve lost two parents and in my joy at feeling so loved and seen by someone I forgot I’d be passing on another lost grandparent to my children.
It’s been 2 years. I talk to his ghost often. If you knew him, you know how lucky we were to be stardust together, at the same time because he was a once in a lifetime experience, love, he was an eclipse over blooming bluebonnets, he was a singularity of joy so powerful not even light could escape his spirit. He’s not here in a way that feels both unfair and given the current world, a small grace. But he isn’t gone either, he couldn’t be. Not him. Not ever. Bat saw me in him, which I do not take lightly, which I can’t not see as an honor. He helped me become the most me and he’d be so proud of what my life has become these last 2 years (spoiler: it was on no one’s bingo card)
To have been chosen by him, to have been loved by him will always be among the best applause I could ever get
I miss you MamaBat
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