Jaymila's blog: "Broken Wings"

I can't talk about it...getting back to where I can't think about it...if I try or do I break and cry....

I can talk to his family and friends like the reason we are in eachothers lives now, not because of his death but just by chance.

I'm a bit upset that I still feel so strongly about the accident, I feel connected to him, though he was just a stranger. I also feel that a part of me died with him on that horribly cold night.