Dear Deacon, I can't believe I'm still doing this, after all this time. Can't believe I never deleted these damned audio journal entry's, can't believe that, that you're gone. Really gone. I keep finding myself expecting you to come through a door or window with that same smug, arrogant look on your face to tell me that I'm foolish for crying. Foolish for believing that you could die as easy as that, as easy as any other human. But you aren't coming back this time, are you? ( Read more... )