It was eight weeks ago yesterday that Sean died, after just 7,021 days on the planet. We still think about him all the time, of course. We talk about him a lot, and it’s hard to believe that we won’t be seeing him again.
When someone so young and so close to you is taken away, it makes you think deeply about life, death, existence, what it means to be human. It is a huge shock to the system. But the three of us in his immediate family have to get on with our lives … to work or go to school, as the case may be.
His friends are still leaving messages on various websites, saying they miss him more and more. He will never be forgotten … certainly not in the next 70 years, at least.
Some of those leaving messages we know well, others vaguely and still others not at all. These are all people he knew from spending time with, not online friends. As I said before, considering we live in the middle of nowhere and he didn’t drive, he had an astonishing number of friends.
Sean loved life, and life loved Sean. It misses him. He was a bright light; our world is darker without him.