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I thought of you today, sober and serious, as I lay sprawled out on the floor watching a movie about a man whose finest hour was one in which he admitted his failures. I must admit that having you on my mind didn’t make me smile, not at all, nary a chuckle, giggle, or laugh crossed my mind.
But don’t get me wrong; you are sometimes missed. Without you, I would not cherish the feeling that your antonyms provide. So, I can only do the most somber thing that comes to mind—thank you. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and will thank you to the grave, for giving us a place from which we can crawl out of or climb back from. Without the ability to crash, we’d never be able to miraculously survive.
You are important to us—don’t you forget it.