I wish to speak to you about Eko, but sorrow continues to choke the life out of me. In this moment I can only draw enough breath to howl a pain older than words. He who gave me my voice is gone, so I must roar and cry until I learn to speak again.
I do not know when that day will be, but there are two words which cannot wait.
Thank you. When Eko died, my heart broke. With each message of shared sorrow and support (and I read every comment/email/post at least twice), those pieces broke again. Until at last I was left holding the ashes of my heart. But the tighter I held that dust – made of pure love – the more it slipped uselessly between my fingers.
I cannot keep this heart. It is gone. Instead I send its ashes across these digital winds to every one of you who showed such compassion and kindness in my time of need. Please hold each piece in your own hearts to remember the love Eko shared. I can only offer this simple gratitude, but it is all that I have left to give. Thank you.