It’s been 5 days since you left us. I’ve been trying to write about you, but I kept waiting until I was able to do so without tears gushing from my eyes. I’ve accepted that that won’t happen for a long time, if ever, just as I have accepted that there really is no such thing as waterproof mascara.
Honey, Honeybear, Boobear, Boodely, Bearbear. You know how I am with nicknames. Whatever the name, you are, like the rose in the famous poem, so sweet.