Dustin Irl Johns
December 15, 1985
February 7, 2011
I can’t believe my nephew is gone. I can’t believe I will never see the light in his eyes, hear the sound of his voice, feel the love in his hugs. There are no words, no means of symbolic communication to encapsulate this. It is beyond words and it is beyond imagining. It is beyond anything other than raw emotion; violent, convulsive, explosive, soul-grinding emotion. Why is irrelevant as it will take a lifetime to fathom the enormity of the last week. All that is left is how. I will write more when I am not so tired.