Rendezvous
09 July 07 : 09.44 PM
The other day in the car, I forgot what made us talk about her, but we did. It's been a week and a half. We don't have a clue.
I told Danii what gets us crazy is the fact that we know nothing at all about where she is. There's that uncertainty, that fear, that always wondering if she's okay and doing well. Death is so much more certain. With death, there's closure and then you move on, maybe, or never, but at least you're certain. But not knowing where she is, it really gets to us because there's always that hope that she'll come back, and if she never? What then?
But this uncertainty is also what keeps us all sane. No one is giving up yet. We're all waiting for her to come home. There's always that hope, that scintilla of hope that we'll all still have her.
A song comes on. I say the lead vocals don't fit the song. Danii tells me someone who does, and I agree.
"You know she once told me she knew perfectly the kind of singer I'd be, if I were one," I told Danii, "She said I'd write songs and sing them the way Leigh Nash from Sixpence None the Richer would."
Then for the first time since I've known, I wanted to cry.