Usually this post post falls on August 4th for accuracy. August 5th, though, is the day I was told so for me this is the day. 8/4/2005 is the day my nephew drowned in Lake Michigan. He was barely grown, had been changing the direction of his life, happy, and with friends. Rumours swirled yet the autopsy found him not drunk nor drugged, but simply dead. Funny phrase that "simply dead" because it is not simple at all and yet it is. You're either alive or dead, period. Seems pretty cut and dried. The process of wrapping your mind and life around the change from life to death? Well, that is a whole other thing.
Love love love to you, Jonathan. I am grateful to have known you. You are remembered and what's remembered, lives.