Hey. When I was out near our old apartment yesterday, I was reminded of a special memory. Remember one night when I was at work, you texted me frantic? You had just ran over a skunk. I could just see you crying over it. You felt so sad because the poor thing died. I have a huge respect for any living creature…but it’s a ‘dog eat dog’ world out there. Survival of the fittest. I told you not to worry about it and tried to calm you down.
To be honest, I forgot all about it when I was driving home. That quickly changed when I turned the corner of the church and got smacked in the nose with that horrible smell. I was like “yup, she definitely killed a skunk. That’s right world! That smell is caused by my honey”. I was so proud that my girl could cause a whole neighborhood to smell like shit. The smell was so strong. The poor thing was just laying there on the road…dead.
For days…even weeks after that happened, that skunk just stayed there to rot. No one wanted to touch it. It smelled like skunk for a good month after you hit it. It’s funny because now, when I smell a skunk, I think of you. Just because that memory makes me smile. I wish we could still make those stupid little memories. Without you, my memory department has closed shop. I don’t make memories anymore. Nothing is worth remembering without you.
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