A punch to the stomach. That’s how it feels to remember you here. Alive, vibrant. Your expansive personality filled up a room. People knew you were there. You were constantly laughing or doing something to make others laugh. I called you JJ Loud and My Little Mockingbird, because you always had something to say and usually at high volume.
The other night I saw some people you used to hang out with and it unexpectedly brought you back to me full force. It has been a while since I let myself think about how you were in life and I realize I keep it at bay because it is so incredibly painful to remember what I have lost.
I remember you JJ and it Hurts. But I’m glad I haven’t forgotten.