Every now and again I think I see her. I almost get as far as reaching out and saying her name before reality comes crushing back. Nici is gone, and I miss her terribly. I still have her number programmed in my phone. I am not ready to say goodbye.
No one knows what happened, well, that's not entirely true... those who know are simply not saying anything. But we have our theories and are just waiting for the police to actually care enough to piece together a few simple pieces and bring about a poor substitute of closure.
None the less, Nici is gone and I miss her. She was a remarkable soul with a smile that would warm your heart. No one who met her could forget her. I certainly wont.
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