blueskies

tonight was Ryan's memorial service. we cried, we sang, we laughed, we hurt. old friends and new friends. memories and sunsets. dried lakes and those kinds of forever vistas.

this is a picture of a picture that was taken on Grace and Ryan's roof from their house where we used to practice. we were doing a band photoshoot. this house was them and i loved that place and the things that were all sang there, all said there. here: i don't know what Ryan was looking out on to. or maybe i do.

he was 28. i am profoundly sad yet at the same time ever hopeful. we have to be. we have, to be.