Too many losses this 4th of July. Burt is gone. The loss of him is so real, and permanent, and utterly devastating.
While Burt was ill, I saw- out of the corner of my eye- my country dying as well.
Since he’s been gone, I have been focused on a crumbling country.
That’s what this 4th of July feels like, a devastating loss.
I am doubly depressed today as the 4th approaches. Now, I would like to be able to concentrate my focus on my loss of Burt.
F**k $trump.
I’m sorry, Burt. I love you.
this is our life 