Tomorrow--or later this morning, really--Andra and I are making a road trip up to Brookfield. 9 years and 4 months (or so) after learning of the death of Scott David McKinney (who died a little over 10 years ago), I'm finally going to see his grave.
I have mixed feelings about it. I was over at Bee's tonight. Andra was there with letters Scott and I both wrote to her in the early 90s. Lots of things Scott had written were very... sad, I guess... in retrospect.
I wish he could be alive today, and that Andra and I could be going to visit him in person instead of visting his grave.
I wish whatever made him so sad and willing to leave this world would have been something we could have helped him through... or even known about.
Wish in one hand, spit in the other... see which one gets full faster.