We All Die Alone

Night two alone. London is strange without my Thabo. He is my rock, my soul, my everything.

Steve Irwin died on the 4th. It deeply affected and saddened me, as it has many. The grief I feel now is the same and is in fact, more profound, than that which I experienced with the passing of my grandparents.

And I wonder, did he know, at that moment?

It also scares me. How does one go on living without their reason to be? When they are the perfect compliment in your life; how do you fill the void that is left behind? I don’t have a Bindi and Bob. I don’t know that I could.