I’ve killed my sweet Owen. He lives now only in flashbacks and memories. I cried, but that’s okay. I have spent a lot of time with him and will really miss his personality (and those blue eyes that are always in my imagination when I think of him). How will I ever make someone that fantastic again? I’m not sure. I just know that it was his time.
Like everyone, it was his time to go on to the other side. His time here was finished.
I’ll miss him.