I have to keep going.

Although I am not sure why, I persist. I scream and I laugh; I love. These are my only commodities. My only way into and around this world. Realest to the core, I don't lament the everyday things. I digest them. Reduce them to pocket size adventures.

And so I go and go, and never, no rarely, look back.

I say this because I am so tired now. I want to lay down for a thousand days and rest. After which only to arise to health and fortune. But this is not to be.

My rainbows are storm clouds that rumble, not rain.

"You are happy being alone; that's OK just let me visit. (And Rich too, I guess)" That's what she said to me. Such a simple and powerful statement. I was glad she understood. Pleased that she was going to let me do my thing.

She was cool that way.

Like me, she pressed on. Some minor foot stomping and red-faced screaming along the way. But she plowed on. Defiantly marched into the future against all setbacks. Taking all comers and setting the record straight. Up to the end.

Up to this day, her last.

So I must wipe my eyes and shake off the visions of what should have been and cultivate what is going to be. Time to stop chasing the eagle and start wrestling the lion.

So you rest now and forever, my little trooper, and I'll do what David Lee does best:

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